Anwar and his friends developed a new, more efficient system for exterminating communists. A system more humane, less sadistic, and without excessive violence.
I would have liked to know a little more about why these guys hated communists so vehemently.
In the same sense, we can watch The Act of Killing without really caring too much about what happens or has happened: it is only brown people dying and nothing more. The Act of Killing is not a balanced, unbiased film. Instead, it takes the side of the killers in a conflict scarcely remembered in North American communities that have no ties to Indonesia. It does not challenge the killers thoroughly and instead relies on racist mockery. It does not challenge the United States’ support of the killings and American hegemony and instead allows for a sense of western American (and even white) superiourity. It does not give us a look at the events of 1965 from an unbiased perspective, nor the aftermath (a perspective which is already lacking in North America). Instead, we are offered a view of the fun, happy lives of the killers, who we can gently judge and laugh at. Less than a film revealing why killers might be so proud of their actions, The Act of Killing is, more than anything, a documentation of white American entitlement.