Hip-hop in a Moroccan classroom ought to feel electric, but here the beat keeps slipping. The setup has promise: a charismatic teacher coaxing energy from teenagers, and when the kids trade rhymes the screen sparks. The cutaways outside class—where performance becomes a fleeting taste of freedom—are even mesmerising at times. Yet the film never digs as deep as it thinks it does.
The story feels thin, arcs more sketched than lived, and the familiar tropes of a dozen “teacher-inspires-students” dramas march past almost on cue. The young cast feels genuine, but too often they blur into types rather than characters. Scenes skate by easily enough, but the lack of bite, the lack of focus, leaves them oddly inert.
For a film about self-expression and protest, it’s strangely reluctant to push boundaries. The critique is muted, the uncomfortable questions sidestepped. Interesting? Yes. Fun in bursts? Sure. Memorable? Not quite.