In My Country

A stirring, large-souled movie.

Although In My Country is charged with moments of grace and feeling, the film is ultimately betrayed by the clunky Jackson-Binoche romance.

A clunky, obvious film, it makes the mistake of asking drama to do what documentary should.

A disappointingly blunt, monochrome work.

In My Country stands closest to "Hotel Rwanda," a similarly clumsy yet inescapably moving effort to confront the brutal consequences of colonial oppression.

In their desire to humanize the big story, director John Boorman and screenwriter Ann Peacock ... have resorted to groan-inducing cliches and clunky narrative.

It's a bad idea done disastrously.