Kinshasa Symphony (2010)

what a terribly boring film. I'm sorry but this is absolutely not deserving of best picture and will be forgotten quickly. Entertaining and engaging cinema? No. Nothing performances with flat faces and mistaking silence for subtlety.

It’s fine. It's literally the definition of a fine movie. You’ve seen it before, you know every beat and outcome before the characters even do. Only question is how much escapism you’re looking for.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

One of the worst ways to make a cult movie is to set out to make a cult movie.

This is a great film, well worth watching. The question worth asking is why are we here and what do we mean? Having struggled to support artistic endeavors in my own community, I was oddly encouraged by the heroic struggle of these people. Watching them build their own instruments, fight for the lives of their children and practice was a profound lesson in what it is to be human. This would be a great film for schools, group discussions and any art film series. We waste so much. We could be so much better.This film takes us into the complex lives of these people, some of whom live in horrific conditions. We say art and music matter, but these people pay it's full cost in a world where many of them are granted little respect.In the end the music isn't even the point. For years my wife has insisted the practice and preparation is the real art. Its the struggle to reclaim something from necessity. I learned things about the cost of eggs in Africa, transit and renting a place to live that I would never have even considering needing to know about.This is a story I consider myself lucky to know. I saw this at our local film society and everyone there got a lot out of it.

This is an excellent film until the last couple of minutes, but then something goes awry. Throughout, the focus has been on the orchestra's struggle to prepare Beethoven's Ninth for a public performance. When the climactic concert finally occurs at the end of the film, we see the group perform a couple of bars of the final movement of Beethoven's work, but we mainly see them give a stirring rendition of a large chunk of Carl Orff's "Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi." The unexplained switcheroo left this viewer feeling dissatisfied. But in judging this movie, one must forgive any lapses of the writer, director, and editor and instead honor the heroism of the musicians and their intrepid director, Armand Diangienda. Maestro Diangienda is eagerly awaited at the podia of orchestras in Europe and North America!