"The Weeping Meadow", the first part in the intended trilogy, is a film of exquisite quiet imagery. The viewer is allowed to succumb into the scenery, for practically everything in this film presented with the slow moving camera. It makes for some excellent moments, (and music is great,) but at one point one does start wondering whether this slowness has always a thing to contribute. With everything so slow, the film suffers in the overall dynamics as nothing gets accentuated over anything else. Moreover, as if in a Greek epic, the film is every bit as tragic as it could, almost to the point of surviving the pain meaningfully. Yet all in all, it is a rather unusual film and the message of the story is eventually left open, as if to be revealed in a later part.