Whenever I feel lost inside a Haneke story, a flow of intense (and not always welcoming) questions begins to press against me. 

Is the level of cruelty and inhumanity shown in someone's work really necessary to say something of real substance? Why doesn't he explain the reasoning behind his characters' actions? Why subject the audience to such brutal, senseless behavior without offering any justification? Where are these guys from anyway?

I suppose that what first seems like deliberate cruelty reveals…

Nasrallah is an absolute master.

The way he heedfully obeys the little details, leaves us open-mouthed. The unusual approach of two lost souls, in a society that changes both nonchalantly and optimistically. The streets of modern Cairo being so overfilled with desolation and melancholy, while two paralleled individuals move off course. Nasrallah is intimate with the character development and he goes and escorts us on a mysterious, strange trip that is so vivid to say the least.

P.S: one of…