Dancing Across Borders

The film accepts Sy's artistic transformation into a ballet prodigy at the hands of a bunch of white people at face value, capturing a few admissions of reluctance from Sy but never asking at what cost to his cultural heritage. If Sy hadn't left Cambodia, could he have played a role in regenerating Cambodian culture from its ashes? The whole thing kinda celebrates an unexamined artistic colonialism, comes off as a dance version of The Blind Side; just a bit of skepticism would have done wonders.