THE EXILES

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Director Brent MacKenzie’s black-and-white documentary/narrative genre blender about urbanized Native Americans in 1961 Los Angeles is a cold glass of cinematic water drawn from the same well as Joseph Strick’s "The Savage Eye" (1960).

MacKenzie uses editorial voice-over narration from his non-actors to elaborate on his reckless characters’ existential lifestyle during a night of carousing amid LA’s impoverished Bunker Hill neighborhood.

Shot guerilla style, Kent MacKenzie captures the raw social atmosphere of his curated, slice-of-life cinematic exposé.

The film breathes with authenticity.

"The Exiles" qualifies as a true cinéma vérité masterpiece.

The steeply inclined "Angel’s Flight" funicular delivers passengers into the thick of Bunker Hill's disenfranchised community of American Indians.

Bold in its visionary attempt to capture an essence of American Indian reality that is evermore significant today for its strangled condemnation of America’s betrayal of a people it murdered and displaced before such war crimes became articulated in our common vernacular, "The Exiles" is a one-of-a-kind film.

Formidable.

Not Rated. 72 mins.