The plot, I think, ultimately made no sense, and many steps along the way weren’t credible, but the journey itself was powerful and disturbing. The two women actors, especially the daughter played by Melissa Desormeaux-Poulin , were extraordinary, and the overall depiction of Arab-on-Arab violence was hauntingly, and depressingly, real for someone who lived with the story of Sabra and Shatila for many years. So, too, was the juxtaposition of the mdern high-rise and mud huts, of cell phones and tribal culture. In the end, will a moment of love break the cycle of anger and hatred? I don’t think so.