I expected more. While the choice of Queen-like music is enjoyable, the movie peaks early with the great “Spermageddon” musical number.

The film suffers from being extremely lightweight considering the subject matter. Although elements such as the exploration of porn’s effects on youth sexual expectations are relevant, they are not deeply examined.

Furthermore, it is quite surprising that for what is supposed to be a rather graphic, albeit satirical, film dealing with sex, the limit (censorship?) is placed on the display of breasts, the vagina, and the penis.

The first film ever made by a Bedouin filmmaker offers a solid exploration of writing as a therapeutic tool for addressing the past and present traumas of our main characters and ties it nicely with the complexities of distant relationships.

Nevertheless, the parallel plot, which drives much of the conflicts of our character, involving the suffered sexual abuse, wedding arrangement, and relationship with his wife feel considerably underdeveloped.

While the core themes are compelling, the execution falters, leaving some storylines feeling incomplete.

This movie presents a heartfelt love story that, while extremely delicate and corny, holds some charm.

Unfortunately, the depiction of hearing impairment feels clichéd, and the turning point comes out of nowhere, disrupting the narrative flow. The conflicts between characters are unfounded and exaggerated, leading to a final twist that not only feels bots unsurprising and absurd but most worryingly it undermines the overall message of the film.