Like most Americans of draft age when the Vietnam War was raging, I promptly forgot about the hellish place once we were defeated there and I was no longer subject to getting my ass shot off for the likes of Diem. So this powerful film was a timely reminder for me, and I suspect others, that the country's sufferings did not exactly lessen under Communist rule. And while I have no doubt that there is more than a soupcon of anti Comm propaganda at work here this movie is a much needed antidote to the Jane Fonda fueled Ho Chi Minh worship so prevalent, to this day, among certain of my lefty friends. In short, the guy was a monster and so was his authoritarian and brutal government, and director Ann Hui allows you to miss none of it in this harrowing, bleak tale, albeit with a glimmer of hope at the end. I especially like how Hui effectively integrates the Japanese photo journalist into her story rather than, as in say "The Killing Fields", keeping the Saintly Newsperson above and beyond the horror while letting the lowly peasants bare the full brunt of the atrocities. I also like how how this director seems to have an innate sense of when to speed things up and when to slow them down as in the contemplative scenes involving the old revolutionary and his young/old mistress, scenes that seem to reach back beyond even the 1960s to the time of Graham Greene. So, to sum up, a most impressive work, and I hope to see more of this fine director's work. Give it an A minus.
