A SUNDAY IN KIGALI (Robert Favreau). 118 minutes. Opens Friday (September 22). Subtitled. For venues and times, see Movies, page 105. Subtitled. Rating: NN Rating: NNNNN
If Roméo Dallaire weren't Canadian, our film industry wouldn't make so many films about the Rwanda genocide. We've made a documentary adaptation of Dallaire's memoir, Shake Hands With The Devil, there's a dramatic adaptation with Roy Dupuis on the way, and then there's A Sunday In Kigali. It's as if we, as a nation, feel compelled to atone for the U.N.'s failure to back up Dallaire and for the horrific genocide in general.
A Sunday In Kigali is about a Quebec filmmaker (Luc Picard) in Rwanda on the eve of the genocide who falls in love with a local woman (Fatou N'Diaye) and is too dumb to get out when everyone is telling him it would be a good idea. She won't leave without him, so she's not the sharpest pencil in the box either.
The film is long, portentous and offensive. It's a typical Western liberal conceit - according to this film, the most important element in the whole Tutsi-Hutu conflict seems to be the emotional anguish of the white journalist observing it, who's occasionally threatened with violence himself.