The camel wasn't the only one weeping when I saw this, and anybody unaffected by the simplicity and magic of this film has either no heart or no brain, probably both. A document of a vanishing world and a emotional experience in its own right, it gives me hope in the human race that films like this can still be made amongst the tide of popcorn. Whether or not it is a "real" documentary is irrelevant: it's a story that, on the face of it, should be as boring as guano, but the lack of any music apart from that provided by the environment and the participants works for rather than against that factor, providing a "reality" that surpasses most documents of this nature. All bored gameboy brats should be forced to see it.
Review of Die Geschichte vom weinenden Kamel
