Manda Bala
A few years ago, the husband of one of Kathleen’s camp friends was posted to Sấo Paolo, and she hated it. She hated, specifically, the insecurity of life. The wariness at traffic intersections, where some drivers might not mind the signals. The wariness at traffic intersections, where one’s children might be kidnapped. I cannot wait to discuss Jason Kohn’s Manda Bala (Send a Bullet) with her.
It seems wrongheaded to call the film a documentary, although that’s what it is. It’s too vivid and extreme. There are parts that will make you wish that you were at a slasher flick. That it’s all true is what makes it truly sickening. But the sickening part comes afterward, when you think about the movie, and that’s all to the good, because what has happened in Sấo Paolo could happen here. The movie itself is a shiny bauble. The sound track is extremely wry.
I’m going to scold on this one: you ought to see this movie.
¶ Manda Bala.