The documentary Grits tactile sensuality is passionate from the first second: Dramatic images of smoke, danger and blazing clay produce mythological resonance about the downfall of civilization. We are in Sidoarjo in East Java, the site of the disaster that hit Indonesia in 2006. The view shows an endless, eruptive poison pool. A wide range of silhouettes look towards the horizon, with heads and bodies thickly covered in clay. A toothy maiden face provides a long-awaited contrast to the smoking inferno: Dian at fourteen, who was just six when her lush world went to shreds, as it did for everyone she knows.
Pompeii of today
Dian is unusually young to give these victims a voice. She represents the innocence of young people, but also the growing revolt of the rising generation against injustice and awkward attempts to limit the clay waves. . .
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