This afternoon, we went to see "Monsieur Ibrahim." We were interested in the film from its reviews and my respect for Omar Sharif, and we were not disappointed. The film begins in Paris. It is the early 1960's about, and the boy Moses (aka Momo) is becoming a man, which for him, includes scrimping on the grocery money in order to buy services from the streetwalkers that frequent his neighborhood. He lives with his neurotic father, a very unobservant Jew. (When Ibrahim asks Momo what it means to him to be a Jew, he replies that, to his father, ti means being depressed all day.) He stikes up an easy friendship with Ibrahim, known as "the Arab", who runs the local convenience store. Among other things, he learns that Ibrahim is actually a Turkish Sufi. Ibrahim's metamorphosis from a stereotype into a person also causes him to become first a surrogate father to Momo, and then a literal father whem Momo's dies. Sharing his life with his new son comprises the remainder of this quite, touching picture. Reccommended.