The
boss has three rules for the luckless losers he has hired to make a delivery.
Never stop the car, never roll down the windows, and never, ever look in the trunk.
However, this will not be a Haitian homage to Speed. The two knuckleheads barely travel ten blocks before they break
all three rules. Of course, that leads to some huge problems, especially that
last point, in Bruno Mourral’s Kafou, which screens
during this year’s African Diaspora International Film Festival in New York.
Doc
needs money for his sick mother, so he quickly agreed when Zoe promised him
work with the local kingpin, Captain Fritz Bama. Unfortunately, Doc did not
realize how difficult the jerky Zoe would be to work with. At least Bama placed
him nominally in charge, causing considerable resentment in Zoe. The night was
already off to a bad start (don’t worry, surely no dogs were actually harmed in
the making of Kafou, right?), before Zoe
peeked in the trunk and recognized the kidnapping victim trussed up inside.
Kafou (a voodoo
reference) is exactly the sort of
darkly comical gangster-caper drama that always plays well at festivals. There is
indeed all kinds of cynical laughs and one-blasted-thing-after-another suspense,
but its betwixt-and-between running time makes it a tricky film to program. The
fifty-minute mark basically represents a state of half-pregnancy, but it
certainly never drags, so give ADIFF credit for taking the plunge.
Jasmuel
Andri and Rolapthon Mercure are terrific as Doc and Zoe. They are totally
convincing getting on each other’s nerves and worse, while still being quite
amusing in a meathead kind of way. However, Manfred Marcelin still regularly
upstages them as the flamboyantly villainous Bama.
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