Thoughtful and contemplative, drawn with a quietly coloured palette, this film does have action scenes, but if this is all you want then you might find the middle a bit drawn out.
Under the anarchic streets of a rioting city two groups representing extreme points of view come into violent conflict. Away from the pack a heavily armed trooper hunts and corners a mule, a young girl carrying explosives for use against government forces. Why the soldier does not shoot her is the question that hangs over him and his co-workers as we, and they, watch his later actions for clues as to what he is thinking, while wondering why he can't let her self-imposed death go.
In the background a wider, political game is played out, and the soldier's value is seen to be that of a barganing tool, his individuality, everyone's individuality, something to be mistrusted and quashed.
When he jumps, it is into the mechanised role of an unthinking, unquestioning machine, or so we think.
In the end we are left questioning the meaning of what it is to be human, and asking, is humanity the price we pay for committing to 'higher ideals', and if that is the case are these ideals worth it.