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A Kerambitan in the courtyard outside the palace of the raja, unfolds the story of the witch Rangda, that neither men nor animals can defeat God. General Re and with her brave face with cold, but leaving soon defeated. Her maids of hell, possessed by a malevolent beauty, are the faces of comely maidens of the village. In feminine charm, seem to tell under the veils of white witchcraft, spells and misfortune lurk harmful to the entire community.
A Kerambitan in the courtyard outside the palace of the raja, unfolds the story of the witch Rangda, that neither men nor animals can defeat God. General Re and with her brave face with cold, but leaving soon defeated. Her maids of hell, possessed by a malevolent beauty, are the faces of comely maidens of the village. In feminine charm, seem to tell under the veils of white witchcraft, spells and misfortune lurk harmful to the entire community. The Barong, be semi-divine animal, who plays the good-natured, friendly man, he is defeated. The duel is played on aggression leaping, jumping cats, haunted cries, flapping jaws. Then, Rangda just a simple beating of her magic veil, agitated by a clawed hand, and lays it on the ground. Neither the nature, powerful and naive, can do nothing against the powerful evil that emits dark soul.
In defense of extreme Barong, the wounded nature materializes a group of shirtless men, armed with long sharp kris. Here the scene is frantic and the screams of the witch grinning more acute and bold. Rangda openly challenge the gunmen, who hurled up trying to stab her. Although thrown back by the power of the attacks, the pure evil emerges intact, protected by millennia invulnerability. She does not pay, and leaps mocking, with ghastly cries and frantic gestures now.
The drum beats ("tek, tek tek") accompanies the climax of the crescendo until, unexpectedly, takes off his mask Rangda leaving her naked avatar in the middle of the scene, now only protected by the intensity of his own possession. Just a few more, desperate attacks and, to a sweeping gesture of the arm, throws the veil of all evil on the ground, exhausted in the pantomime of the deadly curse. Quick every man a priest sprinkles with holy water and awakens it by lifting the hair. A little more than another priest marks the end of the challenge with the necessary blood sacrifice, without which the evil spirit would continue to spread its evil claws on building and village. The Balinese sublimate so the inner struggle that they face every day with his dark side. writhing on the ground ends of the slaughtered chicken and agony seems to cast its dark shadow of the Rangda, which fades over the high gates of the palace of Anyar.
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