A week ago we went to the movies to whatch a film M. had heard about. She’d kept telling me about that all the way from the office to the cinema, so as we bought the tikets I was dying to see that. It was while I was buying pop corn ( so what? It’s corn, it’s healthy, it’s like bloody corn flakes, it’s not like junk food. I don’t do junk food. Not very often, anyway) that we realized the film we intended to whatch was called “Cous Cous” while the film we were going to whatch was called “Caramel”, of the Lebanese Nadine Labaki. Well, guess what? It was beautiful. We spent our night in the cosy atmosphere of a beauty salon where the lives of  women cross and melt like the sugar they use to do the wax. 

The movie is settled in Beyrouth, but it’s not about Beyrouth. The women protagonists belong to the arab world, but there is no anger, nor politics, nor Coran it. It could be anywhere, because the relationship between those women are universal, as women relationships always are. So bravo, to this young ( and gorgeous) film maker whose levity has been already prized with a candidation for Oscars 2008, bravo cause she proved that Europeans ain’t the only one who are able to make a sweet, sensual movie about women.