Inch'Allah dimanche

It had been a while since I saw a good film. Watching "Inch'Allah dimanche" has ben refreshing. I am writing this comment while I listen to the closing music the fourth time, left with a taste of cinema and a feeling of sweet sadness. Man looks for a peaceful dwelling on the earth. Homesickness is a characteristic of human existence. We belong to where we feel at home.

I must admit that there seems to be flaws in story and some problems with character development. However this originates from the nature of narrative style the director Yamina Benguigui prefers. You must have heard the literary writing style called "flow or stream of consciousness" to which James Joyce's "Ulysess" shown as an example. In the same manner, the film tells the story as a "flow of memories", most probably from a child's point of view. Reading an interview with Yamina Benguigui, I learn that the texture of the work is personal.

Childhood memories are sometimes clear and sometimes obscure. And a child's perception of the events is mainly based on images. So this explains the power and emotional impact of some scenes in the film: for ex. Zouida's breaking the window with bare hand. Or think of the old French couple's garden. They compete for the best garden award. On the other hand, the Algerian family's garden is caotic. And the garden is not their own yet, the children can not play there as they wish. Around the symbolism of garden, we get a from-inside look at the emigrant psychology in its naive form through a child's eye.

Anyway I don't want to go much into details. I recommend the film, hire it and make your own reading. It is worth to see. Acting is good, the music touchs. What else?! Congragulations to Yamina.

The best movie I have ever seen in my ENTIRE life - and I watch A LOT of movies. The finesse with which the main character is built is just beautiful - she just shines. The movie is not stereotypical at all. The film also doesn't fall into the trap of making the ending happy and conclusive - at the end you're just left with a smile on your face and feeling like Zouina (the main character) is actually somewhere out there living her life. The supporting actors are perfect, from the bus driver to the neighbors to the grocery store clerk. The pace of the movie is that of a lullaby - a still, sad, lullaby. This movie deserves all the praise in the world - I don't think there is any movie out there, even the big Hollywood productions, that could top this film.

(2001) Inch'Allah Dimanche/ Thank God for Sunday!

(In French and Arab with English subtitles) DRAMA

Written and directed by Yamina Benguigui starring Zouina (Fejria Deliba) a wife with three children whose just moved to France to join her husband as well as her overbearing mother-in-law. Once there, she sees that her life is no different than when she had left as she is continued to be kept inside the household. There are scenes that doesn't seem convincing ,such as throwing a hissy fit to the grouchy neighbors after they punctured a knife into their children's ball after landing onto their prized possession yard. She also start a rapport with friendlier neighbors but with uninteresting results that lead to nowhere. I also think the brief introduction about France accepting refugees family members is nothing but a backdrop to the predictable harsh environments enforced by the father of the household. The movie means well but on an unconvincing terms.

This one should be a real crowd pleaser. It's a women's film that evokes both laughter and tears. It's got a sympathetic Muslim protagonist, Zoina, who evolves into a feminist icon. The musical sound track is emotional dynamite, even though the lyrics are largely untranslated and may, one suspects, contain information that would illuminate the narrative. There are lots of fascinating cross-cultural devices. All this and a happy ending too. The only problem with Inch Allah Dimanche is that it's artistically spurious. The most glaring deficiency is character development. There is no explanation, for example, as to how this Algerian woman came to be such a cultural anomaly. We can see her growing anger and rebellion under the rain of abuse from her mother-in-law and husband, but where is the wellspring of prior experience? And, even more troublesome, how do we explain the sudden transformation of her heretofore stereotypical Arab husband in the final scene? Audiences, however, are likely love this film in spite of its obvious flaws.

Whilst we've seen many movies about the problems that ethnic minorities experience integrating in an adopted country, the experience of France is unusual inasmuch as the main immigrant population is Algerian - a country whose customs and culture are in stark isolation to those of the majority of the French. Whilst the film is flawed with a number of clichés to make it watchable and enjoyable rather than a documentary, it is serious filmmaking drawing attention to an unusual dilemma and quite engrossing.