Iris Chang: The Rape of Nanking

I lasted about thirteen minutes into this when they start playing some saccharine nonsense song that is supposed to evoke feelings of some sort that might be useful in a story that had focus and purpose, but instead is just another annoying intrusion that makes you wonder what is supposed to be going on in this film. The film cannot seem to decide if it is about Iris Chang, or her book. It would even have been good if it were about Iris Chang writing her book, but it's not that either. The confusion created by having footage of Iris speaking interspersed with footage of an actress doing things that are not clearly explained as supposing to be Iris doing those things really destroys the viewer's ability to follow along sensibly.

This is a terrible shame. A great disservice to Iris and her important work.

Unlike other reviewers, I had no problem with the film as it stands: it accomplishes that it set out to do: portraying Iris Chang, beginning with her attendance at a display of photographs from that horrific massacre, and continuing with the process of her research, which included taped interviews with survivors, and discovery of documents of major importance.

That it incorporates footage and photographs of the unspeakably horrific massacre directly illustrates her discoveries, and follows her progress through the writing of "The Rape of Nanking," and sufficiently details her work on her next project -- the "Bataan Death March" -- for which she was making taped interviews when she fell ill and ultimately committed suicide.

It therefore accomplishes two purposes which need not be viewed as separate: providing insight into Iris Chang and her work on the history of the massacre, and in a sense ensuring that her work is not forgot by presenting that history, and the evidence she gathered, in her behalf.

To correct the other two reviewers: in addition to her parents, her editor, and survivors, her husband is in fact interviewed.

I agree that the song's lyrics can cause the viewer to wince. But the film is a powerful indictment and remembrance of the massacre, and a moving portrait of a person of measureless compassion who knew the worth of human dignity, even as it is probable that she was ultimately also a victim of the very horror she courageously brought to the attention of a forgetful world. That she must not be forgot is underscored by the fact that there is a statue honoring her at the memorial to the victims of the massacre in Nanjing.

I had never heard of the author and only heard of the Nanking massacre after watching "Men behind the Sun" (a movie about the horrors the Japanese committed in Unit 731) bc the same director made a movie about it.

This documentary is just as heartbreaking in a more subtle way. Not only did the author take her life but the witnesses testimony interlaced with footage are heartbreaking.

I suggest that you watch the documentary and don't listen to the negative reviews. The movie is called Rape of Nanking and that is the main focus and how the author got involved with the story and how the "forgotten" violence consumed and changed her. Also her widower and her parents are interviewed.

I have to admit the first time the cheesy song came one I fast forwarded, later on it the lyrics made it easier to bear the horrors of the nauseating savagery. There is a reason we don't "remember", and Iris made it her mission to cut through the mainstreamed silence.

The actual rape of Nanjing is an historical event that deserves a much better treatment than this. Ms. Chang made this about her, not about the citizens of Nanjing, so the "documentary" is more of a look at her inner torment than about the unfortunate citizens of Nanjing. So, watch this if you enjoy the exposure of inner torture of an individual author, but don't expect to learn the true history of the Japanese rape and torture of a city's people. You won't find that here.

I had only the briefest knowledge of the Nanking atrocities. The savagery inflicted on the Chinese, and at the end of the film the Bataan Death March of American soldiers has to be one of the worst, if not the worst, treatment of human beings by supposedly civilized people. I am not minimizing the genocide of WWII at all, as I am the son of a Holocaust survivor. The fast that they found people (Japanese) who allege it never happened is no surprise, looking at apologists for the Holocaust, and currently COVID-19.

The end, focusing on the author, is unnecessary and detracts from the film, so you may want to cut viewing short by say ten minutes.