Here's a rarity: a portrayal of Africans in Europe that revolves not around guns, gangs, or poverty, but instead around literature, culture, and debate. The Brussels neighborhood of Matonge, center of the Congolese expatriate community, is the setting for this cleverly told cinematic essay on exile and history revolving around a writer, Kongo, whose novel about the neighborhood is about to be published. His editor, a Congolese turning more Belgian by the day, would prefer a nice little travelogue, spiced up with some “ethnic” ingredients, but Kongo has other ideas, ones on the history of immigration and colonialism that soon spark more than just debate. In between the exchanges and Frantz Fanon name-dropping, he's still got to pay the bills, and worry about his philandering brother. Made cheaply on digital video, but with a cast of established theater actors, the anticommercial, proudly intellectual Juju Factory is a testament to the liberation that the technology can provide.