This is a very special and personal film to me. My husband and I tried to move to Colombia in 1993 with our two girls. When we were just ready to buy a farm land, exactly like the one depicted in this film ( I wish I could put a picture here), I met a veterinarian in the little bled below. That night we were celebrating our decision to buy this beautiful house on a farm land on top of…

I remember very clearly when this massacre happened. It was in my home town. I remember where I was, what I was doing, what I was thinking, what happened next. Did not want to see a movie about it, did not find a reason why. "Beurk" I said, I don't trust the cinema industry. And my friends were telling me it was well done, bla, bla, bla. "Never mind, I'm not gonna watch it !" Oh, but it's Denis Villeneuve…