

Strange experience. For me. As an artist. And a humanitarian. The filmmaker could have simply notified the International authorities about the whereabouts of this murderous political monster that he interviewed. Why engage in more negativity and discrete horror. Maybe, for a movies sake, we all like to pay money for a little action-packed story. I don’t think anyone should feel sorry for this old man who is betrayed by the filmmaker after committing himself to a phony friendship of 10 years to get a few confessions for his audience (DID ANYONE JUST SAY, "LEN" )- but the audience would have been on board with or without “setting up” the old Uncle. I feel. But wait a second- who IS the real audience?
Strange experience. that paid off in very weird ways. I still think about this film, in terms of it’s accomplishments (not in art style and/or aesthetic). In the end, I left reminded that ALL people are capable of very terrible things. Very cruel things. Very evil things. I am still recovering form the realization/reminder that not only “bad” people do “bad” things, but actually “good” people have that capacity as well. A sad thing to be reminded of. A despicable truth. And probably why Julia Roberts does so well, repeadtidly, with her campy fun-loving good spirited girl with a smile moviez. In general, most people don’t wanna be reminded of this kind of stuff. And don’t need to be.
Especially not me.
But did you like it Jane?
Yeah, I guess I did.
Bye.