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 I watched  Carandiru about an overcrowded Brazillian prison. 
The prisoners looked so stupid and my girlfriend reminded me how
wretchedly poor they are in 3rd world countries.

A viewer in Israel wrote this:

The brutal massacre
in the end kills almost everybody, after building in us pure hope, not
through melodramatics (no rape scenes or male nudity for example), but
through hard realism. It’s difficult to explain this, but this movie makes
you care for the worst kinds of men because it shows you their humanity –
their weaknesses and faults, in the prison and outside it. It doesn’t give
faces to the dead – it gives them souls. Not just a statistic you hear about
in the news – 111 dead – they are people with stories, good and bad, that
live again in this movie. And you mourn for their senseless death in a way
you wouldn’t if you heard about it in the news, shocking as it would
be.

In an era of computer-generated effects which hide poor movies, seeing this
rare gem, offers a rich cast of characters, many scenes where hundreds of
actors participate perfectly (especially the visiting-day scene) detailed,
original stories, and all of this in a claustrophobic set. This a lesson in
how cinema should be and can be.

on IMDB.com

He said it well.