



The Night of Counting the Years really got under my skin—bleak, beautiful, and loaded with historical weight. The story follows a tribe torn between preserving and profiting from the past and the moral murk that comes with that dilemma. The pacing is slow and deliberate, the dialogue sparse, and the tone more austere than hypnotic—but that restraint really worked for me. It never over-explains or holds your hand but trusts you to sit with the dread and work it out for yourself, making it land all the harder.
You can feel producer Rossellini’s influence in the background—this is Egyptian neo-realism that knows the power of silence. Every frame carries a quiet intensity. It’s an absolute shame that The Night of Counting the Years was Shadi Abdel Salam’s only feature-length film. He spent years meticulously researching a follow-up about Queen Nefertiti, but it was never completed. It wasn’t for lack of vision—it was a case of perfectionism, purpose, and priorities.
The biggest shame now is the state of the film itself, especially the sound. The Night of Counting the Years aches for a proper restoration and absolutely deserves one.