From the director of the acclaimed Chocolat, this is something else entirely: rough-edged almost to the point of being documentary, it's a look at the world of cockfighting in the Paris suburbs, with de Bankolé as an African lovingly guiding his feathered charges through a casual daily bloodletting. An extremely uncomfortable film to watch - although it was apparently filmed without violence to the birds - it has a seedy, claustrophobic power that says as much about human as about animal exploitation. Wenders protégée Dommartin lends a largely decorative presence, but New Wave veteran Brialy stands out as a slimeball entrepreneur. Abdullah Ibrahim again provides broody, pacy music.
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