Movie goes into minds of murderers
TO DESCRIBE "The Act of Killing" as a riveting documentary about Indonesian death squads that terrorized that country's citizens in the 1960s might be factually accurate. But it doesn't get nearly to the heart of it. This audacious, horrifying, boldly experimental plunge into the mindset of murderers and the culture of impunity breaks so many rules of documentary decorum that it virtually creates its own genre: investigative improv, perhaps. Or, better yet, Brechtian nonfiction.
Whatever you call it, "The Act of Killing" is a must-see. Using blunt stagecraft, probing psychological insight, elegant interrogation of narrative truth and characters steeped in a particularly terrifying brand of self-mythologizing, director Joshua Oppenheimer has succeeded in turning "The Act of Killing" into both a sharply confrontational vehicle for bearing witness and a craftily layered meditation on the cinematic medium itself.
"The Act of Killing" focuses on the years 1965 and '66, when a young man named Anwar Congo became a legendary death- squad leader in North Sumatra, murdering communists, ethnic Chinese and intellectuals following the military coup that brought longtime authoritarian leader Suharto to power. It's estimated that 1 million people died during those purges, which were carried out with the help of a paramilitary organization called the Pancasila Youth, an organization that thrives even 15 years after Suharto's resignation.
Despite its historical context, "The Act of Killing" contains none of the expected stock footage or newsreels of atrocities and trials. Rather, Oppenheimer catches up with Congo, his cronies and Pancasila Youth leaders in the present day, as they proudly recall their actions 50 years ago. What becomes unnervingly clear as Oppenheimer films these men swaggering through city streets, shaking down shopkeepers and bullying citizens who nervously laugh along with them, is that not only have they not been prosecuted for their crimes, but they're also lionized for them. Congo is so proud of his past deeds that he eagerly shows Oppenheimer how he preferred to dispatch his victims, strangling them with a taut piece of wire so they would bleed less.
It's a risky proposition to ask such morally challenged protagonists to reenact their crimes as pulp entertainment. And in one anguishing scene of a scene, a survivor confronts his stepfather's killers with raw, tearful emotion, eliciting shockingly dispassionate responses. Thankfully, Oppenheimer - who has made earlier documentaries focused on human-rights issues - has the brains and taste to make those sequences revealing rather than exploitative.
With its subtle connections of screen violence and real-life violence, "free men" and free markets, and the ongoing cultural legacy of colonialism, "The Act of Killing" is a brilliant, powerful reckoning with the wages of history, mendacity and denial.