The reason this movie doesn't work for me is that, having taken the perspective of a child soldier, it ends up becoming as desensitized to everything as he is - a collection of overedited scenes that almost never focus and linger on anything long enough to convey the horror and madness and tragedy of the situation. Attah does give an excellent performance, but it's telling that he makes most of the impression in the first hour and in the very end; the movie doesn't really rely on his acting in the middle, and it never gets into the heads of the other child soldiers, all of whom are complete blank slates just staring into the distance while the viewers conveniently project whatever emotions they have onto them. The cinematography and color palette, except for several scenes, are dry and flat, the ambient score is not only unnecessary and intrusive, but downright lazy in how it deliberately avoids making you feel anything in particular, and the narration, besides seeming like an afterthought, quickly turns into second-rate Malick that sounds completely out of place. The entire thing just seems stuck in a creative and emotional limbo - a journey through Hell with little to no genuine pain or anguish, devoid of risks, directed in a single mode of bland, somber, detached professionalism that turns extremely potent subject matter into 2+ hours of whatever.