For four minutes, Michel Nedjar half-hides his face behind a wondrous mask. I definitely like this film, because Michel’s personality turns what is already a cinematic art object into a beautifully enigmatic spectacle.

The sheep slaughter scene is a central metaphor for how dreams get crushed in the ghetto.
Importantly, the use of sound and music isn't just background. It's a key layer of meaning. From blues and jazz to classical, the soundtracks give voice to an inner yearning and toughness that the characters themselves often can't express.

I don't believe there are conventionally good or bad characters in this film. This makes the story more complex, yet the film still left me with mixed feelings.

Absolutely cursed