The third film in Jodie Mack’s Wasteland series, Moons, Sons, observes the rapid thaw of natural forms. A world tender and unhatched; future chaos in repose, in slumber. Yggdrasil. Microcosmos. Batter in a bowl. A living wreath. Oleander, hyacinth, blow-away dandelion, particles of an interplanetary lullaby.