I'm a big fan of the director Satyajit Ray, who lived up to Renoir's humanist goal of making movies in which "everyone has their reasons." This movie is superb, detailing the dynamics of the war-caused Bengali famine of 1943 through the eyes of villagers, and then forcing the viewer to attempt to multiply the suffering depicted millions of times over in our boggled minds through the cinematic tour de force of a sledgehammer ending. It's marred by an able-ist depiction of one character with a scarred face, which is especially too bad because the scenes in which he appears are the ones in which Ray cinematically draws the connections between male violence in the form of rape and male violence in the form of war planes overhead. I know my review might drive people away from watching a film with this subject matter, and it is wrenching, but the relationships and characters portrayed are believable and even, at times, loving, and the movie is unforgettable and well worth watching.
Review of Distant Thunder
