an incomprehensible tragedy followed by an incomplete retribution.
but acceptance? that is and always will be a luxury. because the lack of a total, perfect confirmation will never be enough, and because nothing ever ends.
this is one of the most difficult viewing experiences i’ve had in quite a long time. so much of this is uncompromisingly horrifying.
the false reconciliation provided by the creation of an image revealed to be inevitably fragile; the total and unjust manufacturing of one “happy ending” is supplanted by the will to help others and the fury by which a corrupt bureaucracy may be eventually dismantled. it is, of course, imperfect, but at least it’s something. this sort of faith-in-faith filmmaking ties this beautifully…