At nearly three hours long, this Palme d’Or winner initially gave me pause. But Chronicle fo the Years of Fire earns every minute. Sweeping across decades, it traces the political, social, and spiritual groundwork that made revolution not just likely, but necessary. If The Battle of Algiers is the uprising, filmed through a European lens, this is the pressure cooker that set it boiling, seen from an Algerian perspective—rooted in the soil, the myths, and the memory.
The ambition is vast: from famine-struck villages and tribal rifts to religious complicity and colonial rot, the film sketches a portrait of people worn down—and gradually waking up. The scale is epic, the tone grave, the message clear. When the first acts of rebellion flicker into flame, you feel the weight of what came before.
Director Lakhdar-Hamina's own turn as a wandering madman—barefoot, robed, and ranting—adds a prophetic edge that occasionally veers theatrical, but mostly works. The mix of professional and amateur actors can wobble, but it never undercuts the film's sweep or sincerity.
Not always tidy, often stark, but absolutely essential—especially if you're ready to follow the smoke back to its source.