I suck at writing paper these days. No way to breathe easy, hard thinking made me hard out of paper, so I had no time to pick up my English writing.To make up for it with excerpt from "movie review" of NPR .
And I'm downloading this movie now to see what the story it is.
Cairo Time is the kind of quietly romantic chamber piece one wants to speak up for, in part to support the small but growing band of Arab woman making their mark on national cinemas both East and West. Writer-director Ruba Nadda, a Canadian of Syrian origion, means to take a scalpel to Western stereotypes of Arabs while opening up a conversation on gender-in a part of the world where it's hard to be an independent woman, let alone a woman of ambition.
The following sentences could be used when describing a person's facial expression:
Juliette begins spending quality time with her husband's former security officer, Tareq, a lanky, conveniently unmarried man of tradition whose smoky bedroom eyes gradually exert their inevitable pull on his reluctant guest.
Clarkson is a subtly sultry actress who can imply eros with the tiniest ficker of an eyelid, but here she mostly seems to sit around waiting for direction.