Zaho Zay

“Nothing grows here, neither the mockery of the poor nor the big laughter of power.“ A text is woven all through the film, picked up in the evocative power of words as they concentrate on the rebel’s poetry and the violence of individual history against collective history. Crude words respond to the brutality of destinies. From the bridge between past and present, Zaho Zay hunts down the traumas of childhood and of Madagascar. Lullabies and children’s tales awake the bruises of History big and small while know-hows survive in the texture of images, of gestures, and of traditions. Wherever the past imprisons, images resist, and words resuscitate. (FIDMarseille)