6.9/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 6.9/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Mafish Fayda remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you like movies that feel like a quiet Sunday afternoon where you forgot to turn your phone off, sure. If you need a plot that actually moves from A to B, skip this. It’s for people who find comfort in watching someone stare at a wall for two minutes without cutting away.
Ahmed Metwali is doing a lot with very little here. He’s got this way of looking at a cup of tea like it’s the most complicated puzzle in the world. It’s kind of hypnotic, in a way that makes you wonder if he’s acting or just thinking about his lunch.
There’s a moment around the hour mark where the camera just lingers on a stack of newspapers. It stays there for so long I started reading the headlines. I don’t think that was the point, but it was the most interesting part of the scene.
It reminded me a bit of the aimless pacing in The Fun House, except without the actual fun. It’s like the movie is afraid to commit to a genre, so it just settles for 'mildly melancholic'.
I caught myself checking the runtime twice. Once you realize the ending is just going to be another shot of a street lamp, you stop expecting a payoff. And honestly? That’s probably the most honest thing about it. Life rarely has a big, cinematic third-act twist.
It’s not a bad movie. It’s just... there. Like furniture. You wouldn't throw it out, but you wouldn't invite it to a party either. 🐈