a movie who desires be testimony. not as documentary or accusation to a regime. not as dramatization of a dictatorship. but as picture of its roots and its soul. as puzzle of a deep tragedy out of words. it suggests, describes, show. in honest and direct way. using the subtle precise power of image. recreating shadows of past and remember not only the steps of Hussein dictatorship but the silhouettes of Stalin or Ghadafi ascension to power. more than a series, it is instrument to reflection about terrible forms of pain. about steps of absolute power. maybe it is not exactly the truth. the details are pieces of darkness but the basic lines are enough to understand the circle of this regime and for not consider the war against Iraq from 2003 only fruit of American propaganda. because evil is not propriety of definitions.
Review of House of Saddam
