If she didn't teach the course she had undertaken to teach she would be letting her students down. She'd found she couldn't use commercial movies, at least not yet; the violence in them seemed too cartoonish and stylised—too much of a betrayal of the reality she knew. Even films by Godard and Bergman had struck her as playing at violence, and so she'd borrowed documentaries from Bea in Modern History. Now she was showing footage of riots in Africa: no stunts, no exaggerated sound effects or dramatic makeup, no excitement or even audience involvement with events which had already and unalterably taken place, just the dull squalid spectacle of people injuring one another, unceremoniously falling down when shot or trying to protect themselves from blows with parts of themselves that would only break. Captions ran along the bottom of the screen, and a commentator's voice described the political context in greater detail, but the words were irrelevant to the dismal fascination of the images.
What do You think about The One Safe Place (2014)?
