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Hotel Rwanda

You must see this movie.

Hard as it is to take, both the larger story -- a million people massacred while the world looked away -- and the smaller story -- twelve hundred people saved by a man who risked his life for, and with, them -- must be told, and could not be told more beautifully, or harrowingly, than this. I could tell you about the performances, the cinematography, but I don't think that's really what matters. What matters is not only this story, but the idea that someone (and I don't know who; I don't know the history of the production of this film) thought it worthwhile to put money into telling the world this story. That, in itself, provides a glimmer of hope (and you know what I usually think about hope).

And the Academy needs to be ashamed of its narcissistic self, to pour its nominations on a piece of bombast like THE AVIATOR when there are movies like HOTEL RWANDA still being made.


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