A warped genesis begins in a paradoxical underwater firestorm, birthing a primal jungle where emergent life hangs suspended in tangles of dripping, vibrant green.
Composer Abi Fry has summoned a teeming retinue of sounds to populate these enchanted spaces, where the song of a nature ascendant entwines with cosmic noises of a more uncertain origin.
El aire que respiraban los dioses…
In his review of the film for Cinesinfin critic Borja Castillejo Calvo writes that The Butterfly returns us to a mythic terrain, evoking "those islands far from any current place. Where the hand of man has not yet acted, where the pure and beautiful appears in every corner." Calvo goes on to call the film "a piece of hybrid beauty" that appears to conjure "the air that the gods breathed ..." The full review is online here.
Please kindly note that to be properly experienced The Butterfly should be watched in the dark.