
  A family in Damascus is divided over whether to stay in their home or
      face an uncertain life as refugees.
  Review by
        Benjamin Poole
Directed by: Soudade Kaadan
  Starring: Samer Al Masri, Kinda Alloush, Hala Zein, Nizar Alani
    
      The conflict which affects the Middle Eastern family unit of
      Soudade Kaadan's Nezouh is never truly specified: the
      narrative is located within Damascus, but indexical features such as
      technology and clothes could be from 10 years ago or yesterday, such is
      the meagre bricolage of what Zeina (Hala Zein), Hala (Samer al Masri) and Mutaz (Samir Almasri) have scrambled together in war torn
      Syria, a doomed milieu where even fresh water is precious.

We open with a
      tight shot of tween Zeina hidden beneath furniture, etching an
      illustration into the torch lit wood, establishing Nezouh's expressive use of space. A transition takes us to the source of
      violent noise - not, as we may fear, the sound of warfare, but a recently
      repaired combustion engine which paterfamilias Mutaz has been working on
      in the front room of the family's small, storied flat. Mum Hala is in the
      background, thinking, tense... The scene exemplifies the family dynamic of
      Nezouh: Mutaz is a cheerful optimist, who wants to provide for his family, yet
      is restricted by his context; Zeina is a child with a fanciful imagination
      while Hala is careful and cautious.
      Fairly soon there is another massive loud noise in the flat: this time an
      actual bomb which blows the windows of the apartment, leaves a perfect
      metre wide hole above Zeina's bed, and leaves the living space looking
      like, well, like a bomb has hit it. The family, however, are mercifully
      unharmed. Views from the recently perforated homestead reveal a concrete
      conurbation of similarly jagged buildings and ruined homes (the location
      photography is poignant because it reminds the viewer that this situation
      was/is a reality). I mean, where would you go if a bomb blasted a hole in
      your ceiling? Neighbours, friends? If they're in the city, chances are
      that they're in similarly precarious straits, as illustrated by the
      cluster of residents from the opposite high rise, also bombed yet shouting
      cheerful support. As a character says, "laughter is the best medicine..."

      The surreality of how cheerfully people respond to acts of war, of how
      quotidian the destruction and terror is within Nezouh, is compounded by the film's magic realism bent which comes courtesy of
      Zeina, who daydreams that the hole in her ceiling is a portal to another
      world. In evocative and poetic scenes, the blue sky becomes the infinite
      ocean with the night stars skimming stones. One day, a pretty
      neighbourhood boy pokes his head through the hole, too. Amer (Nizar Alani) is an amateur filmmaker, and, in the course of their budding
      friendship, shows Zeina footage of the oceans she so dreams of (for a
      while, there is a reading that suggests Amer may be an imaginary friend,
      too, such is his beatific nature). The conceit is clear and subtly
      chilling. The only escape that innocent Zeina enjoys is through her
      imagination, but creative thoughts are no barrier against falling bombs or
      the encroaching army...
      As this is going on, seen in glimpses is the growing conflict between
      Mutaz and Hala. She wants to leave and take Zeina, while Mutaz is
      determined to stick around. The situation is precarious: if they stay,
      then they, and, it is suggested, especially the women, risk the wrath of
      the marauding army. But if they go, then they are in the wild, with no
      shelter. As Mutaz argues, they would be living in "streets, car parks,
      camps," and there is the unresolved matter of Zeina's older sister who
      escaped but has since seemingly disappeared with no contact... Kaadan
      draws her characters with a careful, even hand, sympathising with the
      sense of pride which Mutaz clings to, and his shame of not living up to
      it.

      Nezouh's dichotomy of inside/outside is literalised in the film's final act,
      where certain characters do leave the apartment, canvassing the wide
      ranges of the city and the treacherous surrounding spaces. With their
      picaresque air, perhaps some of the film's tightly wound power is
      diminished in these final scenes, but by then we're deeply invested in the
      narrative with its charming and immensely likeable characters. If there is
      a happy ending, then it is welcome: a surprising twist which is as
      transient and rarefied as one of Zeina's daydreams.
    
    
    
      Nezouh is on UK/ROI VOD now.
    
    

