In their comprehensive difference in styles, movie times, genres and topics, I think the film Lioret has something in common with "The Concert" by Radu. There is this unbridled passion, quest'abnegazione, this dedication that makes them amazingly similar. There is this human force, this intrepid courage, which, although used for dissimilar reasons (In "concert" was the music, here is the love) is shared by both. In the film by Radu, just to finally participate in this concert and in addition to a thousand other obstacles and tricks, Andrei pretends that his is the orchestra of the Bolshoi, here just to reach his girlfriend (Mina), Bilal swam for two Sometimes the English Channel. These gestures wild and passionate, are But the roses in the desert around the figure of Bilal - Iraqi immigrant clandestinely in France - there is nothing but resentment, hatred, xenophobia, there is a mania for cleaning and tidying of governments to citizens of these abuses, their mere presence was almost able to break the natural balance of the country. There is silence, there is indifference, coldness, numbness, so in quest'arida steppe which has been transformed today's France, Bilal's arms into the icy waters of the English Channel, becoming the only ray of sunshine among all quell'apatia. France's Lioret is now deaf and incomplete feeling, completely absorbed in his role as "ripulitrice" sucked into the obsession of the law. By dint of tidy, clean and tidy from - their alleged - "impurities" have turned into monsters. Simon and a small number of other characters (including his wife) are the only ones that still have some residue of humanity. Thus, while imposing severe penalties with Sarkozy who "smacks of solidarity" with illegal immigrants, and his compatriots are devoured by hatred and dell'acredine, Bilal swimming, splashing those arms flapping like crazy, with one goal in head Mina.
Where is France? The hate is eating. If you have not already done so.
Beautiful, beautiful.
Bilal's arms are a crazy emotional power, a tsunami of life.
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