Think Salman Rushdie with a picture deal instead of a fatwa.
This year’s festival is, in part, a celebration of Ariel Dorfman’s lifework and commitment to understanding the psychology of the prisoner of war.
The film is considerably more engaging than Carmen Castillo’s similar, rambling Calle Sante Fe.
The film confronts a litany of moral conundrums regarding guilt, revenge, punishment, justice, and man’s responsibility to himself and society.
The film shows that, long before Sexy Beast, Ben Kingsley had already proved himself adept at playing psychotic madmen.