After a binge of Christmas and light-hearted films, with which I have been relieving a fever that never seemed to end over the past few days, last night I plucked up courage and watched Mstyslav Chernov's documentary '20 Days in Mariupol'.
The story was largely already known, since Associated Press won a Pulitzer Prize for public service journalism, thanks to the work of Mstyslav Chernov and his colleagues Evgeniy Maloletka, Vasilisa Stepanenko and Lori Hinnant. In turn, Evgeniy Maloletka was awarded the World Press Photo of the Year. So I had already read and seen some of their documentation.
Getting to the point, the documentary focuses on the city of Mariupol but recounts situations, fears and dramas that touched the whole of Ukraine in the following months. The lucidity and awareness with which the journalists decide to go to Mariupol from the very beginning and to stay there until they find themselves among the main targets of the Russians, now masters of the city, is admirable.
Some sequences, such as the one in the basement of the makeshift hospital, are real waking nightmares.
The documentary therefore shows the tragedy of the war slowly creeping into the lives of Ukrainians (initially convinced that at least the civilians were safe) until it is dismantled piece by piece, but it also shows the difficulties in the work of those who report, with the addition of not infrequently receiving insults and outbursts from the population, at the sight of their cameras and video cameras.
One of the most touching parts, among many, is the moment when some Ukrainians, ordinary citizens but also doctors, ask the journalists to continue documenting because they are convinced that the world should see what they are suffering.
The documentary is a masterpiece in itself and should be seen regardless, but somehow I also felt a duty to watch and listen to those people who, in the face of their own shattered lives, thought of us viewers and warned us about what war is.
https://20daysinmariupol.com/