I’m really enjoying this… it’s very direct and it’s got a mood going on. My only criticism so far is that the rave music they’re allegedly dancing to sounds like somebody’s idea of rave music who’s only heard it from three blocks away?
And it doesn’t really seem like they’re actually dancing to actual music, but are just moving around in silence so that they can drop this face rave music in afterwards while still getting crowd noises?
Heh. Most British Translation Ever.
(He asked for dessert.)
The word “Western Sahara” is never mentioned, but “Morocco” and “South” and “Mauretania” is, so I think their journey is through a Western Sahara under martial law…
I really liked this… but I thought that after the midway point it kinda lost focus? Which is probably the point — it’s a common trope with road movies that things take a radical turn at some point and the original… thing… gets forgotten.
But it really kinda felt like the filmmakers didn’t quite know where they were going and were winging it.
On the other hand, the final (long) scene is perhaps the most tense and nerve-wracking thing I’ve seen in years — I had to cover my face with my hands — and that’s certainly something.
On the third hand, it does feel kinda… colonial in an undigested way?
Eh, I dunno, I liked it.
Sirāt. Oliver Laxe. 2025. ⚄
