Directed by:
Roland JofféScreenplay:
Bruce RobinsonCinematography:
Chris MengesComposer:
Mike OldfieldCast:
Sam Waterston, Haing S. Ngor, John Malkovich, Julian Sands, Craig T. Nelson, Spalding Gray, Bill Paterson, Athol Fugard, Mark Long, Patrick Malahide (more)VOD (1)
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A photographer is trapped in Cambodia during tyrant Pol Pot's bloody "Year Zero" cleansing campaign, which claimed the lives of two million "undesirable" civilians. (official distributor synopsis)
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At first, it seems like just a great performance by Sam Waterston, but this film develops incredibly until you reach the point where it's an immensely powerful drama, both socially and humanly. War is depicted here without embellishments, yet most of the time, we're not even on the battlefield. The impact on the viewer who sees the result is even greater.
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The Killing Fields is a movie where ambition simply oozes out of every frame. I’m not saying it’s bad. Especially when it’s in the hands of a director who knows how to avoid cheap sucking up to the Academy (although Lennon at the end was a step way over the mark). In the first half I couldn’t help asking myself why the story revolves round such an uninteresting, self-centered journalist when his gofer who he treats like shit is a hundred times more interesting. And luckily the filmmakers thought this too and in the second half they put him to the fore. And did well to do it in my eyes. Otherwise the scenes like developing photos in Spartan conditions, the video with Nixon’s speech and shots of the atrocities of the Khmer Rouge cut with Vincerò or lost in the killing fields are such powerful scenes that Roland Joffé has earned my greatest admiration. On the other hand, it doesn’t change the fact that I can see mistakes here. Which I can’t say about his next movie, however much I might want to.
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The first half of the film wasn't uninteresting and I can't say that nothing happened in it, but compared to the second half it was really weak and overly ordinary. I also have some reservations about Oldfield's music, which fits the plot like a glove in places (quiet passages or the dramatic evacuation), but at other times it sticks out and distracts from the film (the captivity of the journalists, for example). As I've already said, everything that is worth seeing in the film happens in the second half - Dit Pran wanders Cambodia (here Rolland Joffé was obviously preparing for the upcoming Mission), Schanberg watches TV at home with Vincero playing, Schanberg searches for Pran... And then, of course, the beautiful ending (of course I feel bad for Lennon). Three and a half.
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How is it possible that such powerful content can be expressed through masterful form? With this film, a picture often says more than a few thousand words. Rather than an uncompromising anti-communist agitprop, The Killing Fields is a gripping story about the distressing reunion of two lifelong friends. With great distinctiveness and candor, the first half skillfully captures the disarray of a state affected by the clenched fist of the communist revolution. The second half then shows with what coldness the social stratum of intelligence can be liquidated. The relentlessness of the labor camp, from which there is essentially no escape, then escalates into horrifying images dominated by a little girl with a blue plastic bag, and the subsequent transition to the "killing field." The ending becomes even more powerful and emotional, causing even the toughest person to momentarily forget their toughness and be deeply moved.
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Roland Joffé was at the peak of his strength in the mid-1980s, and this can very much be felt in The Killing Fields. The pathos and urgency imbued double story of an American journalist and his Cambodian colleague, left to the mercy of the Khmer Rouge in the 1970s, has a very clear moral message that, surprisingly, criticizes the traditionally empathetic American foreign policy far more than the incomprehensible Khmer Rouge fanaticism. The most powerful weapon of The Killing Fields is certainly not the fairly simple and straightforward story, but rather the atmosphere and perfect evocation of the time when the West was fleeing and the Reds were approaching Phnom Penh from the rice fields. One of Joffé’s directing highlights is a multi-layered reflection on events – a documentary played from a video, Sam Waterston's desperate eyes and Puccini's bitter aria Nessun Dorma. Powerful. So powerful that even Lennon's final "Imagine" cannot compete with the moment of awareness of absurdity, injustice, and hopelessness. From my perspective, the film could have been a few dozen minutes longer, because the passages from the Ankha camp are absorbing and extremely interesting. Unfortunately, it is also incomplete, too curt and sometimes unnecessarily tendentious (the truly "flash" episode with the baby boy). Although, similarly to Stone's Platoon, this is a literal and manipulative film, the theme and performance represent a delicacy that I had experienced in a spectator trance. The style in which Joffé involuntarily incorporates suffering and brutality into the story reflects some of the coldness and disinterest of the mass media... and that's why it sounds like a desperate cry. Certainly not a flawless film, but undoubtedly a powerful viewing experience for anyone interested in red totalitarianism.
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