More than enough rope here. Props to the Suicide Revolutionary Jazz Band for grace under pressure; to the doctors of 1970s Uganda, who look like they could use a drink; to Tanzania's President Nyerere for dignity in the face of relentless kookiness, and finally, to the three insufficiently revolutionary wives lucky enough to secure a divorce from Amin. On the other hand, their nightmare surely didn't end there.
what a frightening portrait, Amin's such a charismatic man that it's hard to read through the cracks. It's very terrifying to me that I came to some what like this man then I remeber "He killed 100,000's of people!" An eyeopening documentary that looks gorgeous and helps me remember why I fear politics.