He can't come back.
God must exist, since this son of a fisherman obtained a scholarship to study at the prestigious al-Azhar University in Cairo.
In what is the Harvard of the Koran, Adam seems both disoriented and delighted, with his red and white hat.
The Grand Imam dies on the first day of school.
They were only missing that.
Panic suddenly descends on the establishment where old-fashioned boarding school discipline reigns.
It is a matter of finding a successor to the Sunni leader without delay.
This position is roughly equivalent, in terms of power, to that of the president.
The government is looking for a suitable candidate.
As a general said,
“there cannot be two pharaohs”.
Adam opens his eyes wide, discovers the promiscuity of the dormitories, fraternizes with a pupil who chaperones him, describes to him the habits and customs of the place, tells him which reading is forbidden.
It doesn't last.
The new friend is murdered by masked strangers.
Adam watched the scene from atop a minaret.
State Security gets involved.
A colonel investigates, approaches the rookie.
Despite himself, Adam turns into a mole.
We call it an “angel”.
Serving as an informant to the authorities is a dangerous, thankless task.
He does not have a choice.
The boy is stuck in a fatal gear.
The meetings take place in secret in a café in the city centre.
We don't sit at the same table.
We pretend to be talking on our cell phone.
The Muslim Brotherhood wants to impose its law.
The refectory is governed by unwritten rules.
Heavy looks are exchanged.
A threat looms.
A recitation contest takes place in the stately courtyard.
Dark skies hang over this contemporary thriller.
The director shows a dark, sprawling capital, neon-lit nights, traffic jams.
Betrayal will be on the menu
The indicator takes its mission seriously.
He does not realize its magnitude.
You have to be cunning, lie, be wary of your phone, keep your cool.
Things get complicated when a blind monk blames himself for the murder.
Weird, though.
The truth has many faces.
They are not all pretty to look at.
Tarik Saleh (
Cairo confidential
) paints a harsh picture of his country.
The film must have been shot in Turkey.
The Square Egyptian version
Internal struggles, widespread corruption, illusions are lost here to the sound of the muezzin.
Hypocrisy allows a high dignitary to have an illegitimate child.
That's why this character asked Adam to bring him diapers and Big Macs.
The hero is overtaken by events.
A kind of panic overtakes him.
He has no idea what awaits him.
So it's him, poor little guy from the coast, who is responsible for influencing the outcome of the future election?
Saleh masters the suspense, reveals the underside of beautiful souls, in a mixture of
A prophet
and the
Name of the rose
.
There is the Egyptian version of Le Carré in this matter of manipulation where a cat would not recognize her young.
Politics and religion, these areas are home to dark maneuvers, compete in cynicism.
Not one to redeem the other.
There will be damage.
Dark skies hang over this contemporary thriller.
The director shows a dark, sprawling capital, neon-lit nights, traffic jams.
Treason will be on the menu.
The way to do otherwise?
Angels burn their wings.
They do not have the choice.
Innocence, on these occasions, has no place.
One day, one day perhaps, Adam will start lifting his nets again at dawn, in his boat, off his village.