I cannot write a review.

Rating: 10/10 (29 April 2006)

When the subject matter of a film moves you so much, gets to your veins and haunts your thoughts even after a day of watching it, you cannot possibly discuss its quality of acting, directing, screenplay, cinematography, editing or like that. You cannot write a critical review of this film, in plain words.
When I went into the theatre I partially regretted the fact that I hadn't done necessary research on the political issue of Rwanda the film is based on. I don't see the importance any more. Now I don't care about Hutus or Tutsis or what really happened in 1994, I only know that this is all about the blind hatred between two racially/religiously/culturally different groups of people. I live in a country which is not exactly alien to such conditions. In fact while watching the film I couldn't help remembering the Gujarat massacre and riots that happened in 2002. I am not comparing the two incidents, it is just my way to personally relate to this film.
I left the theatre with another thought. Whom do we call a hero? I thank Terry George, Don Cheadle and others for making a film on a true real-life hero, a breed which humanity is always struggling to produce. Paul Rusesabagina is a hero, perhaps more than Oscar Schindler who had always another choice and more favorable position that Paul. He is a hero that even you and I could turn out to be in necessary circumstances. Don Cheadle is magical, but perhaps that's my half-dead movie-reviewer self talking.
Perhaps someday I'll delete this comment and write something more informative and complete. Before that I have to get over the experience that I actually saw this film, saw its subtle yet shocking depictions of horrible reality. It's not an experience to remember. Its an experience of learning how to produce and face reality.