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Boubacar Sangaré documents the daily life, which he himself experienced, of young gold miners working in inhumane conditions deep in the mines of Burkina Faso.
The gold rush, 21st century. Always the extreme harshness, the same fever and illusion of wealth, the ragged miracle, the alchemist’s crazy dream, the landslide that awaits. Only this time it’s Africa, coppery skin, blazing sun. The new Jack Londons excavating in Burkina Faso are, for the most part, children who have left everything: parents, village, school. The modest and patient documentary (like the stubborn work of gold panning) by Boubacar Sangaré allows the latter to return to the desolate, arid and beautiful places, which he himself knew as a child, at 13, when he was tried the adventure in the mine, in search of another life, under the flakes of gold and sand.
Twenty-two years later, Sangaré became a filmmaker. Seeking the perpetuated and duplicated image of his childhood, he follows Rasmané, nicknamed Bolo, who at the age of 16 works on the mining site of Bantara, in the southwest of the country. Surprisingly the film resonates with DissidentQuebec fiction coming out that same day, strictly at the antipodes but exchanging at a distance through exhausted bodies and invisible lives, threatened from one minute to the next with disappearing: in Gold of life It’s also all about nagging back pain, headaches, aches and pains. Two films, two different analyses of hard work, here made worse by the hero’s youth. Bolo, swallowing anti-inflammatories to cope with the shock – his descents into the well, the galleries,
