Review of The Killing Fields (1984) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 05 Aug 2002
The low point is a New York sequence in which Waterston puts some Puccini on his stereo, pops his personal (custom-made?) videocassette of Cambodian atrocities into his video recorder, and goes into a heavy voice-over recounting the crimes of Amerika.
Didacticism doesn't get much cruder than this, yet the emphasis of the sequence is on Waterston's exquisitely tortured conscience—it's there to demonstrate the profound, compassionate depths of his humanity.
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This review of The Killing Fields (1984) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 05 Aug 2002.
The Killing Fields has generally received very positive reviews.
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