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By Peter T. Chattaway
AT LEAST one new movie about the Rwandan genocide has
been produced each year for the past four years, ever since Terry George
directed Don Cheadle and Sophie Okonedo to their richly deserved Oscar
nominations for Hotel Rwanda – and to the casual viewer, it might seem like all
these films are beginning to blur together.
All of these films – including Shooting Dogs (released in the United
States as Beyond the Gates), A Sunday in Kigali and the newest film, Shake Hands with
the Devil – have depicted the shock
and horror felt by whites and blacks alike when Hutu extremists began
killing Tutsis by the tens of thousands in April 1994.
And most of these films have shown how the people who
committed these atrocities guessed correctly that the United Nations would
offer no serious intervention, despite having a team on the ground.
As more than one film has pointed out, if the United
States pulled out of Somalia the year before after suffering only 18
casualties, why would they or anyone else risk their troops for some
obscure corner of Africa?
These points and others have been made in several films
already, but Shake Hands with the Devil comes at them from a perspective we haven’t quite
seen before, because it is based on the award-winning memoir by Lt. Gen.
Roméo Dallaire, the Canadian officer who led the UN’s
peacekeepers during the genocide.
Other films have referred to the death of the Rwandan
president in an airplane crash – the incident which sparked the
genocide – and other films have referred to the 10 Belgian soldiers
who were tortured and murdered by Hutu extremists, and whose deaths
prompted the Western nations to pull their people out of Rwanda.
Shake Hands with the Devil,
on the other hand, puts those characters on-screen, and makes their deaths
matter just that little bit more. Dallaire (played by Roy Dupuis), as
leader of the UN peacekeepers, knows and meets with all the key political
and military figures in Rwanda, including the president, before the
genocide starts. And as the general responsible for the troops, it is his
sad duty to count the bodies of his men – after they have been piled
up, rather heartlessly, behind a morgue.
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The new film also places arguably greater emphasis on
the frustration felt by Dallaire and his comrades. While some of the other
films have focused on real or fictitious civilians who strive heroically to
save lives any way they can, the new film concerns a military officer who
is bound by the rules of engagement that are faxed to him from another
continent. He has no freedom to improvise, to think outside the box.
The film – written by Michael Donovan, who
co-produced Bowling for Columbine – shows how Dallaire was prepared to launch raids
against Hutu extremists before the genocide had even begun, and how he
demanded that the United Nations send in reinforcements after it started.
Every time, though, he was thwarted by politicians and bureaucrats who
barely gave him and his men the means to defend themselves.
Surprisingly, the film makes only the briefest of nods
to religious themes. One scene depicts the bodies of those who were killed
inside a church, and Dallaire recalls in another scene how he was brought
up to believe that “despair is the sin that cannot be
forgiven.” As he descends into a suicidal depression, he remarks,
“When you’re guilty, you can do penance, atone for your sins.
But when you fail, it’s done.”
Earlier versions of this story have been more explicit
about the religious aspects of the Rwandan massacre, for better and for
worse. On the cover of his book, Dallaire boldly states that he has met the
Devil, and therefore, he knows there is a God; while a 2004 documentary
based on the book criticized Rwandan churches for not doing more to prevent
the genocide. (Dallaire himself notes in the book that some of the killers
were celebrating Easter only a few days before the killing began.)
The film, directed in competent but unremarkable
fashion by Roger Spottiswoode, is told in flashbacks, as Dallaire sits in a
psychiatrist’s office and is haunted by faces from his past –
some of which try to reassure him that he did what he could. But the
ultimate focus is not on Dallaire the man, as much as it is on the
impossible situation in which he found himself. Shake
Hands with the Devil may or may not last long at
the multiplex, but it will probably live on in history classes for years to
come.
October 2007
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