Retrieved 13 June Incoherent in its narrative, attempting but failing to play on the fantastic, the director of Essaïda and The Prince, two films that stood out for their rooting in Tunisian life, disappoints with this failed attempt at derealization. The aristocracy that is at the top of society does not hide a shadow that is at their level but hides an ugliness that is necessarily deep under that aristocratic top surface.
Heavy pressure from the family, the school, the police, and who knows what and whom, even stone throwing and obscene graffiti.
And there is a market for that kind of stuff, even for the real thing to be performed, if we can say so, in front of your very eyes. This film is touching at that level, emotionally strong and it really takes a whole village to bring two people together against all the odds that accumulate against them, especially when the two people are of the same sex.
I like that piece of dialogue that reveals how hard it is in our society to just accept love is a passion of the mind and the heart and not of some other appended organs.