An orphan of the Rwandan genocide travels from Kigali to the countryside on a quest for justice. An intense and inspiring portrait of youth in Rwanda, features Poet Laureate Edouard Uwayo delivering a moving poem about his healing country.
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The ability to broach a subject without explicitly navigating it as a visual atrocity is a sign of a powerful and memorable film and the reason why this film will stick with me. The simplicity strikes magnificently: the vanishing blood on the machete, the squeals of Sangwa as he is ostracized, the poet's recitation of rhythmic verse which can be assumed to have had an effect on Ngado's final decision whether to kill.
Set in modern day Rwanda, two friends find their relationship tested when they steal a machete and set out with a plan to kill the man who killed one of their fathers. Beautifully shot and brilliantly composed, "Munyurangabo" is a raw, compelling look at life in a country still reeling from national tragedy and heartache.
Added a whole star for the magnificent poem alone. A beautiful if uneven film of the friendship of 2 boys and the complications that come with family and tribe and realities hitting hard. The acting was wonderful especially from the dad. I love the quiet, caring approach. There are a lot of details we don't get spoonfed that have kept me thinking (and Googling) which is always a great quality in a film for me.
A slow burn much like the Towrope and like that film the latter part and resolution is disappointing. This film falls apart for me when it makes a big style shift, suddenly featuring voiceover in what had been a more neorealistic take on the situation. The narration comes out of nowhere and so does the extended poem read (almost) straight for the camera.
Of the "boring but interesting" variety. I may be projecting what I've read before but I can't help feeling this is a story looking from the outside, not being told from within. Also, I reflected on the fact that modernity isn't cellphones but clean water, despite the best efforts of some people confusing the two.
A slow-burning tale of vengeance, justice, and forgiveness. It's uneven, with narration suddenly kicking in towards the end, which feels weirdly out of place. The story itself didn't engage me, including the predictable ending. Interesting African setting, a brief glance into a largely unknown reality...