Not an action-packed thriller turned out from an unknown Mark Heller, but rather a decent manual for beginner tourists, which can be safely included in a number of other materials for instruction.
What you can hope for is good landscapes of Marrakech (Morocco) and magical Oriental music. The rest of the event is in the poor deaf. Don't take my words literally. The noise and gama of the Arabs, everywhere straightening the chests of Americans (not without my exaggeration), and the urban turmoil is enough. But the straightforwardness of the production of Mark Heller kills all interest initially. Quite a formal development of the plot, somehow brings everything to a logical conclusion. But the fact that there are almost no details in the film that are the only way to engage the viewer negates all the possibilities of the film. And, in fact, a very relevant and important topic is touched upon in the tape of Mark Heller. But Neil Jackson’s script (who also co-starred) limps for the simple reason that none of the characters have been revealed as personalities. In the center of the plot are two average American guys who came to the homeland of gin, flying carpets and oriental dances, probably having read a lot from textbooks about the mysterious charm of the Arab world. But only fairy tales, and reality in any corner of the world can play a cruel joke with a foreigner. Behind the veil of fake smiles, hidden plans are always hidden, and the frowning glances of local provincials do not always bury dislike. The hero of Stephen Dorff (Luke) attracts the attention of a Moroccan woman who, of course, can speak English. And as they say, between them “skipping spark”, as a result of which their acquaintance is prolonged and grows into platonic love. Luke’s serious intentions (Stephen Dorff) and crystal clear feelings for Zahra (Sarai Givati) are evident at every gesture and glance of the former.
Luke and his friend Adam (Neil Jackson) this “hot ocean” as if mentally does not digest, trying to drown them and throw the waves ashore, then leaving to their fate surrounded by a flock of bloodthirsty sharks (Let my words do not mislead you, this is just an attempt to express thoughts in metaphor). But all that is offered to us in this story is a retelling of realism in the dry residue. Without any strong artistic techniques and balanced suspense. The painting “The Passage” is more of a slurred drama, in which elements of a thriller are inserted. Heller's tape is not necessary to watch, since it is not possible to offer something new or touch you with the play of actors. But what cannot be taken away from this creation is the morally correct and instructive component. I was also very pleased with the work of Jim Deno.
