IMDb has a 1,000 word limit on reviews. My first draft for this movie, 77 Minutes, came in at slightly under 10,000 words. Point by point, I wanted to make myself very clear as to why I thought this was one of the worst documentaries, if not one of the worst films I've ever seen in my entire life, but since I need to cut it back, here's the basics:
-The graphics are fantastic for 1986. I specifically remember NBC running bold, square & solid-color graphics like this as promos for the Olympics, so that's cool. But in 2017, this is just a hint that maybe Charlie Minn, the director, had no idea what he was doing. There are MSPaint-quality arrow graphics pinned to the screen, supposed to point at a person, I guess, but the cameraman is dodging bullets and thus the camera is flailing around wildly, so the crappy arrow graphic pointed at nothing. If nothing else, Mr. Minn, please look into "Motion Tracking" for your next tasteless film.
-I wouldn't be surprised to discover the "Music" was royalty-free Halloween sound effects. Silence would have been much better than this garbage.
-I have taught editing on multiple NLE's for 10+ years, and in that time I've never seen a student project edited worse than this film. Director Charlie Minn clearly has no control over himself, and will use extremely graphic footage of massacre victims bodies essentially as filler video during interview subjects, mentions of the scene, or just cause someone sneezed, I guess. Any chance to be tasteless is taken, and it feels more like he's trying to be edgy than portray the horror of the massacre itself. It's tasteless and disrespectful, and based on his previous work, not out of the ordinary for this director, Charlie Minn, very important you know his name, FYI.
-This should be called "The Charlie Minn Show", because director Charlie Minn is in many interview shots, including one that starts with him fully in-frame, then pivots to the interview subject, out of focus. It screams "LOOK AT ME! I'M CHARLIE MINN! DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME, BECAUSE I'M THE DIRECTOR, CHARLIE MINN!!" There's even a graphic 5 minutes into the film with him pointing out the shooters house that reads "Charlie Minn-Director" just so you know. He's everywhere in this film, and it reeks of ego stroking.
-His interviews have a strong agenda he refused to pivot from or even learn to change his mind regarding: the cops could have moved faster. Maybe that's a good point, but he presents his thesis in the worst possible way here, with questions ranging from "So, in retrospect, no guilt?" To "A bullets a bullet, right?" (As in "Why not shoot at the gunman?" despite civilians still being trapped in there). Charlie Minn, don't forget he's the director, is such a terrible interviewer that during his questions with the SWAT Commander, I cringed so hard I cramped my jaw up.
-A documentary like this should be about multiple subject matters: the victims, the aftermath of the shooting, cleanup efforts, memorializing, the long-term ramifications of the shooting in the context of the local community or even the nation, etc., but instead Charlie Minn, the director, hinges everything on "The cops weren't fast enough", despite the interview subjects showcasing very clearly why Minn's action movie hero tactics of rushing a hostage situation or shooting wildly into a scene with hostages is a terrible, stupid, no good, very bad idea. He has powerful interview material, but squanders it, which is a damming indictment of his lack of skill. Charlie Minn should not be handling material as serious and tragic as this.
This is a worthless little film, and I feel terrible for everyone involved. Except the director. Charlie Minn. He really wants you to know his name. And you should, so you know to steer clear of his work.
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