By Kim Voynar Voynar@moviecitynews.com

Burma VJ: Reporting from a Closed Country Directed by Anders Østergaard

Call it liberal Seattle guilt if you will, but I grew increasingly uncomfortable sitting in my comfortable theater seat and sipping my Vitamin Water while watching Burma VJ, a documentary about the struggle by the Democratic Voice of Burma to cover the September 2007 protests started by the country’s generally non-political monks and joined by hundreds of thousands of ordinary Burmese citizens.

Burma (known officially as the Union of Myanmar since 1989) has been under the thumb of an oppressive military regime since 1962, and its citizens have no freedom of speech or right to protest. There’s no free press in Burma, and outside press is not allowed in the country, so the government is able to operate largely off the radar from the rest of the world — except for the handful of brave journalists who comprise the Democratic Voice of Burma, an illegal journalistic enterprise that aims to document atrocities in Burma, smuggle their shaky, handheld video footage to Oslo, Norway, and then broadcast it via satellite out to the world, and back to Burma to counter the government’s propoganda campaign.

While the film overall suffers from the increasingly frequent documentary syndrome of subject matter more compelling than its cinematic style, I have to give the Burmese journalists a pass, given the circumstances under which they’re shooting, and the fact that they risk their lives to get the truth out to the world about what’s going on in their country. Being caught with a videocamera can get you, at the least, arrested, beaten, and thrown in a jail cell for a while; the generals take their campaign of oppression and control very seriously.

However, director Anders Østergaard could have used tighter editing to better flow the story, and I’m not sure the director’s choice to re-enact certain scenes with the real participants (faces hidden) is as effective as it would have been to play it straight, with just some simple, silhouetted interviews of the key players (those who aren’t dead or sitting in jail right now, anyhow) recount their stories, intercut and tightly edited with the raw, heartbreaking footage from the field by the DVB.

Still, the subject matter is riveting, unless you truly don’t give a rat’s ass about human rights issues, and the people of Burma suffering under this regime for over 40 years. Østergaard effectively uses the footage from the DVB to contrast the faces of the people of Burma before, during and after the protests: fear … radiant hope … dejection.

There may be some rough edges cinematically with this film, but the subject matter is so compelling, it’s worth watching — though you may, as you watch it,, feel more than a twinge of guilt over the freedoms we take for granted here, and the frivolity of what many of us do for a living relative to what the DVB journalists have do to fight for the lives and spirits of their people.
-by Kim Voynar

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