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Amin: The Rise and Fall (1981)
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'Truegore.com'
Dir Sharad Patel
1971. The ruthless Idi Amin (Joseph Olita) stages a military takeover of Uganda
usurping his old boss Milton Obote.
Once in power Amin goes about arresting and torturing any remaining rebels and
anyone who criticises him and his regime is routinely murdered.
Amin expels all Asians from Uganda ("Uganda is for Ugandans. There will be no more Shahs and Patels), switches allegiances between, and ultimately destroys all diplomatic links with, America, Canada and Great Britain (who he earlier served as a Sgt. In The Kings African Rifles), flirts with the Soviet Union and declares himself the Greatest African "I'm Big Daddy".
As his brutal rule continues Amin becomes even more psychopathic, embraces Islam and turns churches into Mosques, but still practices voodoo while seducing (or raping) any woman who he takes a fancy to. He is also said to indulge in a spot of cannibalism.
Before his fall in 1979 (he fled to Saudi Arabia where he died in 2003) Amins
regime will be responsible for the deaths of roughly 150,000 people.
This is that story
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Welcome to the world of worthy Exploitation.
Made 3 years (and thus sadly missing the prime Exploitation decade of the 70s)
after Amins flight into Middle Eastern exile, Amin: The Rise and
Fall benefits from not only having its real life subject matter
still fresh in the minds of the general worldwide public but also for being
able to tap into the stories of those directly involved.
As such there is a very authentic feel to the film and although much of Amins
more extreme aspects (like the cannibalism) are often disputed, many of the
general facts and occurrences seen here are true and are handled seriously.
Away from the general events that mix fact, legend and fiction, the movie also
covers a few more prominent real-life events and people.
The famous 1976 Entebbe hostage situation is covered in slam bang
style (a plane carrying 100 Israelis was hijacked by The Popular
Front for the Liberation of Palestine and flown into Uganda, reportedly
with Amins blessing, before Israeli commandos carried out a daring rescue)
and we also have a nice cameo by English writer Denis Hills who plays himself.

Hills was bitterly critical of Amins murderous rule and was swiftly arrested
and sentenced to death. Only a plea from Queen Elizabeth herself (as well as
two, literally, grovelling British diplomats) saved Hills from the firing squad!
Denis Hills is obviously relishing his chance to cinematically lay into Amin.

But of course this was aimed at the dying Grindhouse circuit not The
History Channel and so director Sharad Patel ensures that his film delivers
just enough blood, sensation, camp, and cruelty to keep his audience (mostly)
entertained.
The only real bloodshed comes in the form of numerous messy bullet hits as various
undesirables are executed but there are minor moments of gore in the form of
some heads in a fridge (a scene that is wonderfully set-up and has since become
a cult movie favourite..."I talk to them") and the corpse of one of
Amins supposedly unfaithful wives with her arms sawn off. A scene of delightful
nastiness because Amin brings his many children in to see it, You see
what happens to bad mummies!
There are also various beatings (one blow to the head looks painfully real as
well), rather effective night-time sequences of disembodied screaming, various
dead bodies and corpse pits, as the movie reveals Amins atrocities with
a mixture of overblown camp and the grimly serious.

The film (which was shot in Kenya) also benefits from pretty big production values and as such we have plenty of extras as Amin parades through his people as well as lots of soldiers to round up undesirables and even a rather impressive battle sequence at the end (complete with armoured cars) as Ugandas forces take on Tanzanias avenging army and where we have some well done explosions and lots of flying stuntmen.

Performances are barely adequate from anyone sadly, but they all add to the
trashy feel of the film.
Olita was obviously cast because of his similarity to Amin and not for his thespian
skills. But he makes a striking enough figure going from pompous statesman to
laughable despot (smirk as he hides in a bedroom cupboard as the noise from
the Entebbe raid interrupts his sex session, with both a white and black girl)
and although his acting can never be called anything like good, to be fair much
of Olitas performance may be hampered because of his struggle with the
English language.
But he does deliver some of the high trash dialogue (most everything Amin says
in fact
I lost my temper! I killed the Archbishop!)
with aplomb.
Trouble with the English language though cant be used to excuse the truly
dire performance by Leonard Trolley as Bob Astles, Amins white, crazy
haired, political advisor.
The best performances come from a slumming veteran Geoffrey Keen (Doctor
Zhivago and the Defence Minister in various James Bond films)
as the British Ambassador and Thomas Baptiste (The Wild Geese, Dr.
Terror's House of Horrors) as the hard pressed Dr. Michael Oloya,
who discovers Amins stash of frozen heads
Doctor! For an
African youre looking very white!
The strangest aspect of the casting though is that no less than two Fawlty
Towers actors make unlikely appearances!
André Maranne (French Restaurant owner Andre in the episode Gourmet
Night) as the French Ambassador and Louis Mahoney (a black Doctor in The
Germans episode) as an anti-Amin rebel!

So what do we have? Well we certainly have a film that feels longer than it
is thanks to the lethargic direction, a film with generally weak performances
and one that is perhaps a bit too serious to be a real Grindhouse movie success
and too camp and exploitative to be a worthy historical document.
But despite this there are still many individual moments to enjoy here, some
macabre sights to see, some fun dialogue to relish and a good budget well used
to effectively portray the large scale events.
What Idi Amin would have thought of it (perhaps he actually saw it while relaxing
in his Saudi Arabian splendour) is hard to say. But it would probably be a mixture
of rage, denial, self-gratifying amusement and egotistical approval.