What a gem. Veteran Sana Na N'Hada goes back to the revolutionary war against the Portuguese colonialists in Guinea-Bissau, and creates an enchanted fiction, both lyrical and merciless. It’s an ancestral tale, reminiscent of the magic of Cissé’s Yeelen, and at the same time an accurate historical account, full of criticism towards post-revolutionary politics, in which it reminds us of 1970s Sembène’s political chronicles, such as Emitaï and Xala. A spiritual figure acts like a Brechtian narrator, a tender light spreads along the film, the editing moves by sudden interruptions and abrupt tone changes. But the most impressive thing is how N’Hada integrates the archival footage, produced by him, Flora Gomes and their fellow Guinean filmmakers during the war of independence. The remaining fragments of the time contaminate the fiction, disturb the rhythm, create visual rhymes between documentary and fiction and a subtle, beautiful way.