Three Miles North of Molkom

Every year, Three Miles North of Molkom, a flurry of Timotei-fresh ‘No Mind Festival’ goers tribally gather to unleash their power animals, chant their mutual acceptance, fondle innocent trees and spontaneously convulse out bad energy into nearby shrubbery. In this documentary we encounter an amusing mix of characters; a misunderstood hulk puzzled by women myopic towards his unconscious sexual energy; a compulsive over-sharer whose anxiety manifests in the inability to produce saliva (you’d be forgiven for worrying that this is due to most of her bodily reserves being cried out) and the yardstick realist Nick, who has an epiphany while adjusting his tolerance threshold as warm fuzzies are shot around the forest like paintballs. A narrative of fragmented editing, beautifully lit wilderness and meditative music softly swings the subject from the evocative to the comical, pierced starkly by welcome cuts to Nick and his mumblings about ‘touchy-feely crap’. Refreshingly balanced, even the most committed misanthrope could struggle to stay cynical.