Despairing of life on a reservation, a tribe of Guarani Indians set up camp in their ancestral Amazon hunting-grounds, now treeless farmland, and become entangled with the farmers.
At the outset, the film concentrates on the irony and ambivalence of the Indians' situation. At home, they wear T-shirts and trainers and listen to electro-pop; painting their faces red and shooting arrows is an act for tourists. By the end, it is leaning towards melodramatic simplification; but its broad sympathies, startling landscapes and non-professional cast make up for that.
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