Like grandpa's pee: strong and steady at the beginning but a little all over the place at the end, and they should've stopped it sooner. A French auditor has to determine if an airport in a war-torn town in Caucasus can open and while he's investigating, some friendships take off.

[Ohlalà!] The film shows one of those realities that seem unimaginable. The description of the environment has a serene, even morose cadence, which is brought up to date by recent events in the region. And it manages to show the relevance of the reopening of the airport, which is a form of visibility, of claiming international attention. But the proposal is so comfortable in its own formal representation that it forgets to deepen; the director's gaze, despite her Armenian origin, is as distant and western as that of the protagonist. The conflict is still alive.