Mediterranean Fever reminds me of the work of the Coen Brothers as if their mid 00’s crime comedy work were planted in the steep social realist world of Andrey Zvyaginstev.
A mysterious illness grips the family’s son while his father finds himself aimless and depressed, bemoaning the constant bad news on TV and difficult whims of his family. He’s indifferent.
His new neighbour of planetary opposites seems rude at first, indifferent to the state of Palestine, and to the noise pollution he causes. Yet he’s charming, almost a George Clooney doppelgänger and only slightly removed from the ‘Great Gatsby’ appeal of Steven Yeun’s character in Burning.
This was an unexpectedly gripping drama infused with sardonic, dark comedy, exactly the sort of underrated banger that warranted it the Best Screenplay win at Cannes Un Certain Regard this year.