Perhaps understandably, some IMDb reviewers have this film confused with 2001's Kandahar. In a remarkable tribute to post-modern philosophy, Kandahar was the fictional representation of the true story told in Return to Kandahar. To add a further layer of Derrida-esqe delight, the lead actress in Kandahar is also the lead personality in THIS film. It's all a little complicated. At any rate, of the two films, I'll take the fictional one, bad acting and all. Like many first person docs, Return to Kandahar suffers from navel-gazing disease. Though it's got some fascinating stuff in it, it's a bit hard to get worked up about the fate of one middle-class Afghani when the entire nation has gone to hell in a handbasket, recovered a bit, and now seems headed back on the road to the frying pan. An interesting but inessential (and very personal) film that works best when the narrator turns off her microphone.