Truly presents the world as a dark place without a happy ending, or an ending at all, a world full of intolerance part of the human condition. Even worse, there is great indifference towards this intolerance, even displayed by the filmmakers themselves as they arguably exploit the rape of Africa, equally marvelled by the human tragedy and the cinematic scope of Africa in crisis. Yet, the images are genuine, if not presented in a genuine way, and the use of editing, music, and all the techniques of cinema masterfully create a tour de force that commands debate, thought, and maybe - someday- action.
Is this perhaps an example of what "art" really is, for better and for worse?
The fact that it took me over a year to really put into words why this film affected me so much, and yet was still villainous in many ways (a paradox to be sure), makes me think that it is.
Is this perhaps an example of what "art" really is, for better and for worse?
The fact that it took me over a year to really put into words why this film affected me so much, and yet was still villainous in many ways (a paradox to be sure), makes me think that it is.