This movie began with a lot of promise. There were emerging subtleties with the characters, and plot twists that seemed to offer some real intelligent observations. In many of the plot events, the movie was walking close to some real drama, even the hint of tragedy.But then, about halfway in, it became clear that this was going to just be a stupid, fluffy romantic farce. What began as something that might really look at issues like immigration, culture shock, Moroccan moral standards and the like, it wound up using Morocco as just background to a ridiculous teenage caper tale. Once again, here is Orientalism at work.If you heard anything about its portrayal of Moroccan music, I can tell you that there is about 60 seconds of Moroccan music and dance, and about 20 seconds of that is Gnaoua.