Just watched this award winning documentary that left me with flavours of admiration and sadness. This guy, James Natchwey, has totally won over my respect for his passion and dedication to tell stories as they are, by being in it. He is a war photographer who is constantly caught in the thick of things, overcoming the fear of getting badly injured or killed with his passion. I could never imagine myself being in his situation, risking my life just to capture that fleeting moment. The film also portrayed the dirty side of life. On what grounds or deeds have people done for others to fight, murder or massacre? The stench of anger and the despair of the innocent rocked my emotions.
