With the British Empire trying to reconcile it’s own Palestinian agenda with those of the indigenous cotton farmers and a burgeoning, homeless, Jewish population arriving with expectations of their own homeland, this film follows events through the eyes of “Yusuf” (Karim Daoud Anaya) as he finds himself drawn into the conflict. He comes from a rural village but works part-time for a local publisher whose wife (Yasmine Al Massri) is a clandestine writer of articles on freedom for the Palestinians. These commentaries become more pertinent as the frequent theft of traditional lands for allocation to the new emigrant settlers leads to rebellion against colonial rule. As that becomes more violent and bloody, the governor (Jeremy Irons) allows the rather odious “Capt. Wingate” (Robert Aramayo) a pretty free, and brutal, hand - despite the protestations of his more conciliatory secretary “Thomas” (Billy Howle) - who just happens to be a source of information for both her newspaper and for an insurgency that is becoming both bolder and better equipped. It is interesting that almost one hundred years later, the same peoples are fighting for control of the same lands, and that in the intervening years mankind’s abilities to co-exist, faith-to-faith, hasn’t really become any easier. This film doesn’t really go into much detail, and from any historical perspective it’s a fairly shallow analysis of a complex scenario that tries to illustrate many of the frustrations faced by a community treated appallingly on one side, but that doesn’t make any attempt to represent the Zionist position at all, beyond the obvious assertions of illegal land-grabbing. It doesn’t try to explore or explain the extent to which many of these new arrivals were essentially “lured” here with false promises by people giving away things that weren’t their’s to give in the first place. It does, however, offer up something of the political naïveté of European administrations that were more concerned about their own position (and, of course, oil) than about sorting this dispute out fairly. Not for the first time, an half-baked policy of partition was decided upon. The acting is all fine, nothing more really, but the photography and the narrative itself showcase not just the location but also of the desire of a collection of hitherto unaffiliated tribal people to work together to attain their own statehood in the face of a vastly superior military machine and a political infrastructure with other fish to fry. It’s incomplete and probably a bit simplistic, but as an explanatory introduction it delivers engagingly and thought-provokingly, too.