The Missing Picture (2014)
The Missing Picture (2014)
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Critic Consensus: Thrillingly unorthodox and emotionally searing without being didactic, The Missing Picture is a uniquely poignant documentary -- and so much more.
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Panh fulfills his debts to the dead not just by adding to the visual record of genocide, but also by creating a transcendent work of art.
In narration that is poetic and historically astute, Panh layers his own memoir atop his nation's.
Many films have examined from many vantages the Khmer Rouge's nightmare reign, notably Roland Joffé's 1985 Oscar winner The Killing Fields.
As haunting as it is haunted, "The Missing Picture" leaves viewers' heads rattling with ghosts.
A uniquely subjective account of the Cambodian genocide of the 1970s, "The Missing Picture" is the work of Rithy Panh, a Cambodian native who left his homeland when he was an adolescent.
[It] aspires to a poetry about barbarism that will not let us forget.
Audience Reviews for The Missing Picture
Rithy Panh uses archive footage, claymation, dioramas and a sublime sound design to make a devastating account of the nightmare that was his life as a prisoner of the Khmer Rouge regime, in order to recreate and expose that tragic missing piece in the history of his country.
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A story of Cambodian Genocide told by a survivor through miniatures and clay figurines. "Depressing" doesn't even begin to cover it.
I'm realizing I have a harder time with these experimental format documentaries. That's probably on me, but I didn't get this one.
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| Narration: | with clay and with water, with the dead, with rice fields, with living hands..a man is made. it doesn't take much, it just takes will. |
| Narration: | i seek my childhood like a lost picture or rather it seeks me.. |
| Narration: | They separated us,men,women,children..... they changed our names and die our clothes black ... we were no longer people; we became a number |
| Narration: | Silence is the loudest scream |