A cultural relic. Impossible not to feel that since its release Western/American society has made some meaningful strides forward and Hollywood filmmaking took several strides backward.

An urban adventure equal parts desperate and captivating. Feels like it could take place almost anywhere in the Global South, where by necessity or negligence informality permeates every facet of society, while still conveying its Lebanese specificity. Strikingly blunt about its melodrama, as if softening the blows of reality wasn't worth the effort, with the title-character constantly on the verge of tears, yet defiant in its refusal to be solely defined by anguish.

[dancing]

Brooke: What's going on in college?

Tracy: I don't know, everyone's really excited about this frozen yogurt machine at the student center.

B: I watched my mother die.

T: What?

B: I was with my mother while she died.

T: I don't know any dead people.

B: That's cool about the frozen yogurt machine. Everyone I love dies.