The name generally translates as the Bean family from Ijipt, Maine. However, the distributors decided to rock, which is completely inappropriate in this case. After all, before us is a tragic saga about the life of a small sleepy village. It's like fucking Twin Peaks with no mystical element. In this miserable, forgotten place, the main task is to survive. But it's not easy when the system is against you. The Bean family, especially men, is haunted by the fate of doom and madness. Rock overtakes the head of the family and throws him in jail. From now on, his loving brother becomes his main earner. Just as wild and unbridled, but much younger and stupider.
The heroes of the tape live as if by the laws of the jungle, constantly callous. Everyone has their own personal hell, placed in the shell of wooden houses. A great American tragedy, hidden from the indifferent eyes of the powerful. And how many more such tragedies have been lost in the vast expanses of the world? The degree of despair increases with every minute, enveloping the viewer with a thick veil. And the majestic coniferous forest looks like a mockery of nature over unhappy people. The unhurried lulling narrative, however, has a powerful epic core. This epicity is, rather, existential - it is hidden deep within the narratives. The gloom of what is happening is so palpable that the word hope is already a rudiment.