A little bit too cute for its own good, this Swedish-Finnish co-production set in Iraqi Kurdistan is undeniably, though not irresistibly, charming.
It's a child's-eye view of the refugee experience and a reminder - if one were needed - that the little people are the ones hardest hit when big people cock things up.
Brothers Dana (Taha) and Zana (Fazil) are shoeshine boys on the streets of an unnamed town in Iraqi Kurdistan in 1990, whose parents' absence (Bekas is Kurdish for "parentless") is never explained.
After watching a few moments of Superman (through a cinema skylight; they can't afford the tickets) they decide they must go to this place called America, where caped crusaders deal to bad guys.
Assuming it's just down the road, they draw a couple of passports in cheap notebooks, because the asking price for forged ones is too high, and set off, at first on foot, then by donkey and later by more perilous means of transport.