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<br>movie review by David Ng</font>
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<p><i>Devils on the Doorstep</i>, a World War II tragicomedy set in Japanese-occupied Northern China, intertwines wicked fun with a sense of imminent peril. The clever set-up -- a Chinese peasant finds himself the unwitting keeper of a Japanese POW and his translator -- is rife with philosophical possibility. How does war invert power structures? Does war bring out the best or worst in us? Are there such things as good and bad guys in war? The movie's irreverence hones these serious questions into sharp, farcical jabs that seldom miss their targets. Deliriously intelligent and jokingly graphic, <i>Devils on the Doorstep</i> transforms war into a circus of horrors to be performed over and over again.
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