http://www.firelightmedia.org/#From Salon.com
I can't imagine anyone not being both horrified and fascinated by Stanley Nelson's "Jonestown: The Life and Death of People's Temple," but if you grew up in the '70s in the San Francisco Bay Area (as I did), you'll have that special cold-sweat feeling of revisiting an old trauma that has never quite been dealt with. It's one thing to know that on Nov. 18, 1978, a Pentecostal minister named Jim Jones persuaded 909 of his followers to kill themselves -- most by drinking poisoned Kool-Aid, infamously -- in the jungles of Guyana. That's become a dark legend of recent cultural history.
It's another thing to face the truth about Jones and his congregation: If they were a deranged, quasi-Maoist personality cult (and they certainly had become one by the end), they also were a multiracial and progressive political force, a combination of socialism and evangelical Christianity that seemed irresistibly attractive to many, many alienated people in the California of the 1970s. As Nelson details, Jones was a poor white kid from Indiana who grew up with an unusual sense of compassion for and connection with African-Americans -- but also with remarkable oratorical powers and a strange preoccupation with death.
Nelson has interviewed many surviving members of People's Temple, including two of the five -- just five! -- who escaped into the jungle rather than killing themselves on that day in 1978. Of course you know what's going to happen, and Nelson shows us pictures of the dead early in the film. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can prepare you for their stories of what actually happened, of holding a wife who has willingly drunk poison, or watching your infant son froth at the mouth and die. (We even hear audiotapes made as Jones exhorts his flock, over a chorus of weeping and moaning: "Die with a degree of dignity! Don't lie down in tears and agony!")
http://www.salon.com/ent/movies/review/2006/04/28/tribeca_1/