Sirāt (2025)

This movie is a wild ride from start to Finish. It opens at a rave. An array of battered speakers is being assembled in the Moroccan desert by people who look practiced at it, but why here? It has a Burning Man vibe. They are dwarfed by the spectacular dusty canyon walls nearby, and between the two, the sound they produce, with a growling bassline that grinds like tectonic plates massing against each other — matches them in grandeur. against this backdrop, htere is this subwoofer language of pulsing beats and techno drones. Suddenly the empty desert is filled with people, all of them writhing, gyrating bodies, their old tattoos and sunburnt scars, their braids and studs and ragged tees emphasizing that these are no Coachella selfie-takers, they are seasoned, esperienced. These are not kids eitherm and there is a blissed-out, drugged-up vibe of acceptance and bacchanalian euphoria reigns. The only thing you could do to stick out here would be to show up looking normal--which is what happens. A father brings his young son to look for his missing daughter, and when they don't find her, they decide to join the parade to the next rave spot. The whole thing is a slowly but steadily unraveling disaster right up to the very end.