I really wanted to like this film. I really did. As a rule, I have very much enjoyed this sans-narrative style of film-making . . . a montage of mountains of artfully chosen archival footage held only together by a loose theme and the thinnest story arch or "plot" accompanied by thoughtful, creative, compelling music. I also am familiar with and appreciate Johnny Greenwood as a composer/musician.
Some cinema in this genre can reach sublime levels of visual/poetic poignancy - think "Koyaanisqatsi", "Powaqqatsi", "Naqoyqatsi" and "Baraka" if you are familiar with them. Johnny Greenwood's score for "Bodysong" (if occasionally dark and abrasive) certainly doesn't disappoint as far as that goes, but the rest of the film is of rather spotty quality and poorly held together.
Also, while I was entirely prepared to view some shocking imagery (births, deaths, and all manner of human experience and suffering in between) I was not really prepared to be exposed to (what even the filmmaker proudly highlights in the special features to be) re-appropriated archival pornography snippets as well.
Birds do it. Bees do it. Bonobos do it. And, so do we. But the salacious, graphic and slimy nature of much of the scenes in the "Sex" section especially left me feeling like I wish I could "un-see" them. I thought of the explaining I'd have to do if one of my children had wandered into the living room, and was extremely relieved that they had not.
This film may still have it's artistic merits, but I will not be keeping the DVD around to view again. If you like Greenwoods work with Tom York and Radiohead (or his other major score for movie "There Will Be Blood") buy the soundtrack and skip this film. There is nothing in it that is especially enlightening, or ennobling, and certainly nothing about it that makes me feel like I am a better-rounded, broadened human being for having viewed it.
Sadly, I am rather left with the opposite feeling . . . regretting having spent the money . . . and never wanting to see a single frame of it again.