Congolese gangster flick shot through with sex and violence
By Devin D. O’Leary
It’s not every day you see a film from the Democratic Republic of the Congo. In fact, in all my years of sitting up, taking nourishment and watching a lot of movies, I’ve never stumbled across a Congolese film. Despite its seemingly exotic country of origin, however, Viva Riva! is hardly an unfamiliar product.
The lowdown on one of the slickest Saturdays this summer—vintage cars lining Central, burlesque and Robert Mitchum at the KiMo, and the Alibi’s Rockabilly Blowout.
