The series derives its soulfulness from the myths that Ramy, his family, and his friends tell themselves and those around them.
Besson commits wholeheartedly to his decades-long preoccupation with waifish young women discovering their inner Shiva.
Professional confectioner Lasse Hallström directs with the generic, bright dullness that’s become his default setting.
Saddam Hussein might not deserve better, but viewers surely do.
Tricked out with so many scattershot digressions and footnotes, the film comes off like the Egyptian version of I Heart Huckabees.