Kinyarwanda ranks among the best films I’ve seen this year.
This is a film about the Rwandan genocide. Unlike the fine Hotel Rwanda, which uses the story of one courageous man as a device
to explore the horror, Kinyarwanda
tells overlapping and intersecting stories about people on all sides of the
genocide. And unlike Crash, Kinyarwanda handles its transitions and
reveals with delicacy and grace. Like Munyurangabo, this is a film that rewards repeat viewing, though it’s so heartbreaking
that I understand should anyone wish to forego the experience.
It’s easy to write a page about the failings of a film like John Carter, but it’s hard to write more
than a few paragraphs about a film like this. I can only tell you that it’s perfect and that it moved
me. I can only press it into your
hands, implore you to overcome your hesitation if it isn’t “your kind of
movie,” and ask you to trust me. Kinyarwanda is powerful and brilliant
and entirely successful in every way.
Trust me.
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