It's a shame that a movie that so bravely and beautifully deals with the matter of death can also fall into such a low abyss of kitsch. I though the movies started beautifully. The scenes revolving around the traditional preparation of bodies for burial were so sensitively and beautifully presented, they almost felt magical. But then came scenes such as the "face appearing in the rock," or the cello playing scene which made me squirm in my seat. They were in my opinion almost gruesome in this context. It's troubling to me that such a movie with such evident flaws overtook Waltz with Bashir in the race for the Oscar....