Charting a year in the life of far north Canada would have been a huge task but it feels like an old ABC nature series. In fact it’s not even that informative, glossing over scientific fact in favour of poetic description interspersed with godawful native Inuit music.

Like Chainsaw, plenty will be disgusted by such a nihilistic movie (take a bow, Funny Games), but as Oscar Wilde said, art is neither good nor evil, just well or badly made.

It doesn’t feel like a Michael Moore movie, with little of his cult-of-personality showboating. There are several ultimately pointless musical acts and it gets a little repetitive, but the editing manages to generate a sense of slowly building hope which history reminds us wasn’t enough to spare us from Bush’s second term.