It is one of the most musical documentaries I have ever seen, not just the lovely flute of Bashir Adel Aai, but the whole way the interviews are cut, with their phrases floating in the air and breaking against each other. It is one of the privileges of documentary to be able to create conversations among people who would never speak to each other, and Hamseh does it beautifully. I love the way he under informs us, so we are frequently surprised by the words and the faces they come out of. He builds the tension slowly but inexorably, with the pudding-jowled mayor as the fulcrum, a strangely affectless figure whom Hamseh rightly, I think, does not utterly demonize, who makes a journey of his own from cluelessness to -- speechlessness, a kind of metaphor for the reception of the Somali presence by the traditional locals. By the end, one feels an almost physical pressure. We are very lucky to have Hamseh: a sympathetic outsider/insider who can understand Americans better than we can ourselves.