The film doesn't work. If the film maker planned to talk about dervishes, the poor in search of God, clichés are far from enough. The old blind man's beard is too white, when strolling across immaculate deserts better suited for a Dior perfume's publicity. Crowds are set as for the opera. The tales are just about nothing and the dervishes' conference is seen by somebody who knows not what it's about. The whole film is beside the point, it's fake folklore when it should have been a documentary. It is to Islam what the Sound of music is to Nazism. A transvestite. Ishtar, the girl child is the only credible character,and from time to time the music sounds alright. The recitation of poetry is close to genuine, but not quite, as much liquor is drunk, and ends in bed as in America. Again, it isn't credible in any Muslim culture. "Corruptio optimi pessima" The search for truth can't accommodate lies.
