August 30, 2010, - 4:23 pm
Because of my debilitating migraine headache, Friday, I couldn’t get to my usual movie reviews, only the second time since I began reviewing movies that I’ve skipped reviewing them (the first was the Friday that I was in mourning over the death of my late father). But I’ll post my reviews of the new debuts I missed on Friday very soon. In the meantime, I cannot wait on reviewing–and telling you to skip–one of the movies I saw, “Cairo Time.” More like “Pan-Muslim Fantasy, Hate On Israel Time.”
Watch the trailer . . .
This is one of the slowest, most boring, waste of time movies I’ve encountered in the film world. Pro-Muslim propagandist Ruba Nadda–a half-Palestinian, half-Syrian director from Canada–wrote and directed this story about a WASPY, aging American woman, Patricia Clarkson, who vacations in Cairo, where she plans to meet her husband, Mark, a United Nations worker at a Palestinian refugee camp in Gaza. But her plans are ruined because of the Israelis. Of course, they don’t outright tell you that, but it is implied with constant references to “the so-called ceasefire,” and the attacks on the camps which “inflamed” things, etc. and a later scene in which a bus is stopped by those evil Zionists a/k/a Israeli soldiers.
And the propaganda in this movie is most far from that “subtle.” Without a hint of the extremism and hatred for America and Americans that is rampant in Egypt, everything in this movie’s version of Cairo is charming, from the Islamic call to prayer to which Clarkson enjoys being awoken, to the ugly light blue rag her hotel suite maid wears on her head. “Your hijab is sooooo beautiful.” Clarkson enjoys wearing her own Islamic headscarf, visiting a local mosque, and being enchanted by the Islamic prayer of an imam, in which he says the “Shehadah” (the Islamic oath of martyrdom that tells us there is no god but allah).
Everyone in Egypt is so nice, so charming, so welcoming, so hospitable. Everyone, including Tareq, who used to work with her husband in the Palestinian refugee camps, but has retired to his native Cairo to have a men’s only coffee shop. Of course, Clarkson takes no offense to the men’s only coffee shop, even though she is a writer for a Vogue-style women’s fashion magazine, because, after all, feminists don’t mind the degradation of and discrimination against women . . . when it’s done by Islam and Muslims. And, in this vein, Clarkson is flattered after initially being frightened, when numerous Muslim young men follow her. She remarks that it’s been a while since men paid attention to her.
And then there’s the actor who plays Tareq. As I’ve noted on this site before, Alexander Siddig a/k/a Siddig El Fadil is the Sudan-born, privileged nephew of Sadiq Al-Mahdi–one of the many former Prime Ministers of Sudan, who are extremist Muslims (redundant phrase) and who engaged in the wholesale gang-rape, torture, and slaughter of the country’s once-flourishing Black Christian population. And he’s an apologist for that and for his uncle. Anything this guy stars in–and it seems he’s in every movie and TV show that has a fictional, “moderate” Arab–should be boycotted on that point alone. (He is a former boyfriend of ‘Sex & the City’s” Samantha a/k/a Kim Catrall.)
Unfortunately, per usual, Tareq is the charming “good guy Muslim” in this movie, and soon, a romance sparks between them, as she awaits her husband. As I said, everything in Cairo is gorgeous and light and the people are so nice that a poor family in the White Desert even invites Clarkson to a meal. Everything and everyone is pleasant until . . . until we see the evil, menacing Israeli soldiers, who stop her bus on the way to Gaza and tell Clarkson she must go back to Egypt. On the bus, Clarkson sits next to a Palestinian college student who hides with her a letter that the evil Israelis must not get their hands on, or there will be big trouble. What’s in the letter? That the girl is pregnant with her boyfriend’s baby. This is the secret letter the evil Israelis would use to harm her? Hilarious. As if. Sorry, Ruba Nadda, but you haven’t a clue. Sadly, the Israelis couldn’t care less about the Palestinian population explosion. If only . . . .
Other than that, the movie–like I said–is boring, slow, and pointless as hell–kinda like Ms. Nadda’s other pan-Muslim PR flicks. I’ve seen Ruba Nadda’s “Sabbah,” about an extremely ugly Muslim woman with unibrow and in badly in need of a nosejob and the alleged “prejudice” against her in the outside world of Toronto. Another boring, baloney movie, in which, in the end, her Muslim family is so welcoming of her non-Muslim boyfriend.
It’s total BS. Just like “Cairo Time.”
What I would like to know is: who is funding Ruba Nadda’s cinematic Muslim propaganda, clearly aimed at the West? The movies are flops. No-one goes to see them.
But making money isn’t the aim here. Washing brains is.
FOUR BIN LADENS PLUS AN ARAFAT
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