With a title translated a little inelegantly from Le Parfum d’Irak to “flavours of Iraq” when “the perfume of Iraq” might have been simpler and better, this film is a powerful, vivid animation co-directed by Léonard Cohen with its author, French-Iraqi journalist Feurat Alani, robustly narrated in Alani’s first-person by the actor Malik Zidi. The animation style is stylised and expressionist: shapes and forms like silhouette cutouts suggest the piercingly insistent forms of memory.
It is about Alani’s childhood and fractured family experience growing up in Paris in the 80s as the son of a prominent leftist Iraqi exile who was forced out of his native country on account of his opposition to Saddam Hussein. The story itself is told through a loose series of flashbacks occasioned by his father’s funeral, at which mourners, members of Iraq’s 1970s socialist diaspora brought together by his death, start recounting anecdotes. To these, Alani adds his own reminiscences of going back to see his extended family in Iraq at the end of the 80s, and experiencing the madeleines of those flavours and smells of Baghdad and Falluja: the delicious taste of ice-cream and the fragrances of young men’s exotic hair oil.
Alani lives a double life as a next-generation Iraqi in French exile – and then, when he arrives in US-occupied Iraq as a French journalist, he is an exiled westerner in the Middle East, deeply alienated by Islamist extremism and angry at the US-led occupation that created the circumstances for this toxic jihadism (represented by a ghostly caterpillar wriggling across the screen). Perhaps inevitably, the film is at its strongest when Alani is a child, and the film is surely inspired by the Iranian animation Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. It has urgency and muscular force.
• Flavours of Iraq is at Bertha DocHouse, London from 24 July.
