I get that making a movie in Lebanon in 1985 comes with its very peculiar production challenges, but still, casting a French actor in the role of the recluse Lebanese artist was a really bad call. The guy clearly cannot speak Arabic, which is very problematic when you play a character who refuses to leave his precarious situation because "these are my streets, this is my home etc". This is not really a problem for viewers who do not speak…

I'm going to commemorate this movie with a short review, because this was the first time I take my son to the movies. We actually almost never made it past the arcade and crane claw machines at the entrance, but we eventually moved on. As the interminable stream of trailers, ads and 'featurettes' rolled on, he got frustrated and asked for the remote control, so he could fast forward through this nonsense, as he does at home. I explained there…