“The massacres in Rwanda were real enough and there are, at present, no shortage of artists – film directors, novelists, script writers – engaged in the complicated process of trying to imagine exactly what happened over those 100 days in 1994, in all its desolating detail, and then recasting it in fiction. What is one to make of all this western interest in the unhappy central African state? Is there not something indecent in the haste with which non-African film-makers are competing with each other to be first with the cinematic news about the events of 1994? Is there not an element of atrocity tourism at work here – as well as a kind of stylised poetics of misery?”