
A night of insurrection in Tunis. Nothing is working anymore. Madness has taken hold of the capital and its suburbs. A kind of divine will brings Baya, Mosmar, and Oueld Janet together with the old man on the road to Tunis. Walking through the night, they decide to fight injustice.
This horror movie combines elements of horror and babysitting with Black representation.
A throwback to the last months of the 20th century in this comedy film.
For those tranquil houses with white fences, what is happening behind every closed door?
Considering the runtime, I expected each scene to hit harder as opposed to a series of montages and vignettes.
What seems like such a simple story of survival is so much more than that—it’s a story of family, and of war, and of destruction. It’s painful to watch, but not in a bad way. It makes its audience reflect on their own actions, and in how they are complicit in the sufferings of others as the adults in this film are. Grave of the Fireflies does not hold back from being heartbreaking, and it shouldn’t. It tells a message that needs to be heard decades after the war, and a story that cannot be forgotten by history.