Himpele and Casteneda's lowfi doc is of the angry young men genre, as anti-positivist romanticists, they see the blind westerners, drawn hypnotically towards a clearly marked equinox/solstice, as locusts and the poor trammelled indigenous Itza-as-Maya as the holy. Clear class lines are delineated as 'Mexican' capitalists replace the local vendors of Chichen Itza, a prime, eldest centrally located Post-Classic Maya polity, whose stature grows as years approach a perceived time vortex named in our calendar as 2012. What you are looking at is vibrant proof that myth replaces knowledge as cash structures are focused, Himpele and Casteneda seem to miss this and instead dress their talents as post-modernists and can't compete with the real processes in place now. They're too insensitive to the outsiders and much too sensitive to the true locals. Should be seen.