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The film has an original tone in keeping with its setting in the Congo, as well as with its theme of beliefs and superstitions, which are a mixture of Christian superstitions and local tribal beliefs and superstitions. As usual, superstitions only impress those who believe, and the film seems artificially dramatized. Even if our character suffers greatly from it. But it has to be said that the script integrates all these elements perfectly. One regret as a viewer is that Marc Zinga's wife has no place in the second half of the film. Nonetheless, the film has its original features, in particular the atmosphere, the settings of the places where it takes place in the Congo, and the various cultural elements it brings to the fore. It's worth noting that it's not an advertisement at all, but rather a repudiation of this country, where people don't seem to have any free will and, above all, are caught up in the shackles of superstition. Nonetheless, the film has a real signature and hysteresis.

I was unprepared to see the film, but I love Africa in its actual art expressions. With some white and black friends we had the occasion to see the film and discuss it with Baloji himself. It impressed most of us. Our black friends recognised a lot of things that happened in their lives or in others' lives. Our white friends realized that there are other dimensions than the pure rational dimension. I Africa you had to accept that there will be always some mystic dimensions, unexplicable in western terms. Even every part was not immediately understood as part of the story, Baloyi tells us about African live that is at the crossways of past and present, tradition and modernity, dream and reality. So the film need a second vision. But we all were blasted by the beautiful photograpy. We all hope to see the next film of Baloji!

Baloji Tshiani's approach on it's unconventional narrative structure and style can be a turn off for majority of the views but Tshiani's direction on it's unconventional narrative, atmosphere, and style was an interesting and fascinating outlook on the themes about failures to reconnect, folklore, rituals and cultures with interesting colorful productions, atmospheres, camerawork, musical soundtrack, and character dynamics. Kinshasa culture is well-explored throughout the narrative, and Tshiani's approach to the characters, themes, and concepts are quite fascinating to explore. With good performances and structures, even with it's short run-time, it treats us with lots of interesting and engaging aspects that I appreciate.

The screening of Augure that I attended was originally supposed to include a Q&A with director Baloji, which was cancelled because he was ultimately unavailable. This was unfortunate, since I found myself to be feeling particularly unsatisfied when the end credits started to roll. I reckon it could have been very interesting to hear the director talk about his film, to shed some light on some of the choices he made in its realization. The film begins with a dream sequence, featuring a mystical figure roaming the desert and plenty of surreal imagery. I feel like I'm watching The Holy Mountain and I get excited, because this is what I was hoping to see. Based on what I had read about Augure (and on that opening scene), I was expecting a Jodorowsky-like riff on African folklore and mysticism, an intoxicating blend of surreal tableaus and visual symbolism. There are definitely some inspired dream sequences (like that prologue), which actually did really remind me specifically of Alejandro Jodorowsky's work (the mysticism, symbolism and colorful surrealism), but in spite of this I ultimately found the film to be disappointingly bound to reality by its frustrating allegiance to a conventional narrative style with a clear central plot (and even a clear B-plot). I guess this is my main frustration with Augure: every time it dips its toe into the realm of the fantastic or the surreal, it's completely compelling, but those dream sequences are too few and far between and as a result, the already limited narrative threads that bind them are spread very thin. The film feels somehow too prosaic, whereas its real strength lies in Baloji's talent for visual poetry, especially given the subject matter that lends itself to this more unconventional way of storytelling (the cultural clash between traditional folklore/mysticism and rational modernism). It's almost like Baloji wanted to tell his story in his own original and visually rich style, but also did not want to scare away mainstream audiences too much by abandoning conventional narrative style. When the title eventually appears on screen and the film is suddenly over, I'm taken quite aback, my reaction being more of a shrug ("was that it?") than that excited mixture of elation and bewilderment after just having witnessed something completely unique and original ("holy smokes, what did I just watch!?"). As I'm writing this, I'm starting to feel like this review may seem a bit harsh, but that is only because I had such high hopes for this film and effectively did see some glimpses of potential greatness from a talented new filmmaker with an own unique voice. There is definitely a lot of promise in Augure, so I'll be excited to see what Baloji does next. I hope he compromises even less and goes all-in on his creative strengths.