Just watched “The Act of Killing” (2012) and am still trying to wrap my mind around what I’ve seen. It is a phenomenal film that is nothing like I have ever seen before and I can rather safely say that it is nothing like anyone has seen before. It is disturbing and stirs a mix of emotions, responses, thoughts and instincts that the film instantly makes you aware of and forces you to reassess. It gives you complete freedom and none at the same time to construct your viewing experience and completely sweeps you off your feet of aesthetic, political and human beliefs. It is immensely beautiful and the scariest part is that the last thing you want it to be is to be beautiful, to be relatable, to be understood. You seek the blissful ignorance, but the film telegraphs its sinister message line after line, image after image, sound after sound, clean and articulate in its cruel progression - a perfect allegory for the crimes of media, discussed in the film.
With all that being said, I strongly believe that it has to be seen and lived through by everyone, no matter how painful it is to watch. It is not a matter of a greater cause, neither it should or has to be a life-changing experience. It is eye-opening, but it doesn’t have to be. It is a beautiful and potent work of art, but even more so a thought, taking its form as a feature documentary this time. A form, that,perhaps, allows this thought to be the most powerful and lasting considering the means we have as of nowadays. It is a pure thought that doesn’t feel like it has been shared, but feels like it has always been in your head, being constructed scene by scene in front of your eyes.
"Exile was already there in paper […] The pathos of paper already obeys a law of the genre — but why not yield to it? It is an inconsolable nostalgia for the book […] It is a nostalgia for paper before the reproducible “impression,” for paper once virginal, both sensitive and impassive, both friendly and resistant […] a nostalgia for the color or weight, the thickness and the resistance of a sheet — its folds, the back of its recto-verso, the fantasies of contact, caress, of intimacy, resistance, or promise: the infinite desire of the copyist, the cult of calligraphy, an ambiguous love for the scarcity of writing, a fascination for the word incorporated in paper."
- Sam Rowe quoting Derrida in “Fantasies of Contact: Erica Baum, Susan Howe, and the Poetics of Paper” (at Full Stop)
Superman of Malegaon (2012) - an amazing and light-hearted documentary that is thought-provoking and entertaining from the very first second up until the credits.