The Middle East becomes a scene of a great romance. The people are cool. The camels are cute. The sky is blue, boundless, and the smooth ridges of the sand dunes are as seductive as the chiselled face of the beardless Muslim sheikh, whose handsome head is wrapped in a chequered keffiyeh.
In this brilliant Thai prime-time soap, the beardless sheikh, a post-Aladdin prince charming, and his French-Asian lover get lost in the desert and stumble upon an oasis (which looks like a dirty puddle near a construction site in a Bangkok alley) and soon their love defies prejudices, the cultural chasm, dehydration and probably the Arab Spring, the Muslim Brotherhood, the Syrian chemical missiles, Hosni Mubarak, Abdel Fattah el-Sissi, etc.
Like a mirage or an opium dream, this is a romantic vision fuelled by risible, naive, dumb, Orientalist fantasy.
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