"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? / Wouldn't ya think my collection's complete / Wouldn't you think I'm the girl / Girl who has everything / Look at this trove, treasures untold / How many wonders can one cavern hold? / Looking around you'd think / Sure, she's got everything / I've got gadgets and gizmos aplenty / I have whoozits and whatzis galore / You want thingamabobs? I've got twenty / But who cares? No big deal / I want more."
Only foreign hands can extract exotic allure out of cultural triteness. Artfully directed and strongly played, even the most grotesque rituals appear fascinating. The heaviness of history itself needs no narrative tricks, but maybe dual language?