Tahia ya didou

The documentary bits especially with the lovely kids feel very much proto-Kiarostami-esque, which are then interweaved with several pairs of "fictional" tourist protagonists providing seemingly casual commentaries from a "foreign" perspective. Lots of humor (the very first scene already plays with the self-reflexive nature of this *******), quirky side characters and playful editing and montages. This all makes the tone shift in the final 30 mins all the **** abrupt and even a little unsettling. And that's the point: feel-good, light-hearted liberation poem is nice but that's not all we need; the people are still bearing the consequences of atrocities, and to many, justice hasn't fallen