The kindest epithet for the average documentary film is the word dull. The kindest thing to say about people who inflict such documentaries on cinemaudiences is that they confuse reality with fact. They think that photofact is intrinsically superior to photofiction, and indulge an even more mistaken idea that there is something undignified in entertaining the customers. But several recent British documentaries (some already released, others soon to be) prove that all it takes to make screen fact as good as the best screen fiction is the know-how.
The Silent Village, produced by Humphrey...
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