A Brutal Truth
I found the Act of Killing to be a fascinatingly honest film, which I think says a lot about the human character. Especially in the beginning of the film, Anwar Congo, the Indonesian gangster and death squad leader at the center of our story, was more than happy to share every detail about how he came to be the most notorious man in Indonesia. He happily described his political ascent from being a street movie ticket scalper to becoming a cold blooded political killer with no reservations, primarily because Anwar was proud of his work. Pride, it appears is the most honest emotion, our storytellers want the audience to know the truth because they are proud of their past, proud of their roles as killers and gangsters that rival their Hollywood idols. Pride tells the whole story because the storyteller wants you to know every detail, every smart move they made, every government official they met and every communist they killed. The audience should see what incredible men they were for their work against the communists, so they tell you every painstaking detail. Throughout this class we have seen a lot of emotional reposes to truth and storytelling, hurt and the pain of deception from Bechdel, familial happiness from Polley, nostalgia from Didion; yet none of these storytellers could achieve an ultimate objective truth. Anwar and his cronies did because they was no confusion in their emotional connection to the story, no regret and nothing to hide, they told the audience everything because despite the heinousness of their actions they are proud of their work and they want people to know the full story. As uncomfortable as the criminals openness and pride is to the audience, we are getting a truthful account, they are showing us everything they have accomplished.


















