Mataram Meu Irmão
Cinematic breath of fresh air in a time of cynical and intelectually dishonest 'journalistic' true crime documentaries. This one stands out not only because it has something to say, but mainly because of how it unfolds. A personal essay through the voices of others on a family tragedy from the perspective of a filmmaker who sees himself so distant from this world of pain -- he quotes something he was reading in a Herman Hesse book as the last memory of seeing his brother alive for the last time --, the place where he's been raised and the people he grew up with, yet sometimes so close. It starts with a search for his brother's remains and it never backs away from this enormous, enigmatic, everlasting pain.
Mini Review: Cinematic breath of fresh air in a time of cynical and intelectually dishonest 'journalistic' true crime documentaries. This one stands out not only because it has something to say, but mainly because of how it unfolds. A personal essay through the voices of others on a family tragedy from the perspective of a filmmaker who sees himself so distant from this world of pain, the place he's been raised and his family members, yet sometimes so close. It starts with a search for his brother's remains
