20 February 2015

Honi soit qui mal y pense

Timbuktu

Crit
Showtime temperature in Timbuktu: 75 degrees.

The biggest surprise in this deservedly Oscar®-nominated film about a jihadist-repressed community is that its central tragic event has almost nothing to do with that repression--maybe the constant stress of the situation contributes, but even that's arguable.

Still, there's little here to recommend such a regime. Some of the jihadists are perfectly honorable men (I need hardly add that they are all men), but between the good men's inflexibility and the opportunistic fellow travelers' hypocrisy, there's little room for decent, simple people to live and be left alone. Suffice it to say that I want no part of a society where sex, drugs, and rock & roll are all haram.

Oh: the most elegant and disconcerting football (you know: football) sequence you'll ever see.

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