Mother, I am suffocating. This is my last film about you

A woman drags a cross through the streets. Is she accompanied by a queer angelic figure? Another woman knits incessantly, winding the yarn around a boy’s head. Flocks of sheep roam the countryside, people are working, and over it all a voice speaks as if from a crackling radio. In this cinematic lament, the exiled director bids farewell to his homeland, Lesotho: with a documentary-style, deeply personal meditation in black and white that oscillates between anger and love, whilst addressing the legacy of Christian colonialism.