All consuming melodrama as colonialism…silent romances and pop songs are enough to fill the heads of the oppressors for a lifetime or two, never giving the inner lives of the indigenous an iota of a thought
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
My dad was on a business trip when this came out and had nothing to do at night so went to the cinema and saw this. Theatre was nearly empty and I think he made it to the beginning of Frank inarticulately attacking Dorothy before calling it quits. He talks about taking one last look at the screen and shaking his head before going back to the hotel, not knowing that he would later have a daughter that would watch…
one of the most literal minded and simplistic depictions of the “banality of evil” cliche applied to lives that are not at all banal…no the ambitious camp commander and his vain wife do not make me think about “all that’s going on right now”…these are not people compartmentalizing the horrors of the state, these are active participants whose inner lives are hot blooded and whose violence is willful…presenting them in a sterile manner is just another form of distancing…another way…