I was a bit cautious about “First they killed my father”, but it really is a total cinematic triumph. Utterly sad (but so important), gorgeously shot (all credit to Anthony Dod Mantle, that part of the world never looked as beautiful and profound on film as thru his lens), avoiding the usual Hollywood traps (no white savior BS) and the entire cast just feels genuine (Sareum Srey Moch is the heart and soul of this movie), which is a rarity nowadays. Angie, you really did it. Impressed.
P.S. After a day of consideration i’m ranking this along with Andrei Tarkovsky’s “Ivan’s Childhood, Elem Klimov’s “Come and See” and René Clément‘s “Forbidden games” as my favorite childhood war-torn film.