17 minutes of Egyptian fever dream where a shark bleeds crimson and guilt wears invisible gloves.
Direction
Al Qalyoubi packs a feature's worth of dread into 17 minutes.
Cinematography
Blood-red underwater sequences that haunt long after.
Writing
That opening epigraph? Absolute weaponized poetry.
Director
Mohamed Kamel Al Qalyoubi
Trivia, insights & behind the scenes
Made in the twilight of Nasser's legacy, the film smuggles critiques of military bureaucracy through absurdist fantasy—common tactic in 1970s Egyptian cinema when direct dissent meant prison.
Al Qalyoubi never directed another film; this singular burst of genius vanished him from industry records, possibly blacklisted, possibly self-exiled. The gloves stayed on.
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