« The President’s Cake », glaze rite – Liberation

The President’s Cakeshot in Iraq and supposed to take place in the 90s, when the American embargo provoked a serious food shortage in the country, has all the attires of the honest Gruau that the lambda festival tree expects to have to swallow at one time or another of his stay – distant country, touching children, readable feelings, denunciation of authoritarian regimes. First feature film by the American-Iraqi Hasan Hadi, teacher in the graduate film center of the New York University, The President’s Cake, Projected to the fifteen of filmmakers, is roughly consistent with what was expected once the known intrigue: a little girl raised in a village of the marshes by her grandmother is drawn to make a cake celebrating the birthday of Saddam Hussein, and must run under penalty of being denounced although she does not have a valiant penny. This is the occasion for a trip to town for Lamia (Baneen Ahmed Nayyef) and her friend Saeed (Sajad Mohamad Qasem) launched in a race against the watch under the influence of the masterpiece of Abbas Kiarostami Where is my friend’s house, Both their equipped sown with pitfalls arises in the end of the crazy nature of the political regime, made up of absurd and arbitrary, which corrupted the slightest human relationships and where the two children, which are also formidable non-professional, make front with as much naivety as stubbornness.

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