As Scarlett Johansson said in 2001's Ghost World: 'This is so bad; it's gone past good and back to bad again.' Welad El Balad (Sons of The Country) is the kind of trashy film that invites sneering jabs from critics and excessive hyperbolic chatter.

If film is a true reflection of society; then don’t look in Welad El-Balad’s mirror. And if film really influenced the masses, then to put it succinctly: we’re done for. The truth of the matter is that this film is just one of many numbing formulaic pieces of junk designed to kill viewers’ time by offering a paltry mix of lowbrow chestnuts.

Films hailing from this tradition usually play down the story and focus instead on character-driven antics. Forget about names; El Soghayar is playing someone called Jawa (named after the brand of home-delivery motorcycles), but that’s as far as the character deviates from the real-life crooner. Ostensibly, everyone is playing a financially crippled version of themselves.El Soghayar is an aspiring singer, Dina is an aspiring belly dancer, and Lotfy’s goal is just to stay out of prison. There is also a mortician having trouble with consummating his marriage, more or less a pawn for Viagra jokes. Also, Angie Wegdan (the chubby girlfriend in H Dabour) gives an uncharacteristic performance as Bata, El Soghayar’s love interest.

Needless to say, the film is a can-full of debauchery followed by the usual sermon for dessert. However, amidst all the carless rambling, one moment does stand out. In one scene, Lotfy gives Dina an ultimatum: she must choose between him and her dancing career. For all intents and purposes, Dina gives a well-argued retort, where she compares belly-dancing to swimming: she points out the inherent hypocrisy of attacking the skimpy outfits of one while accepting those of the other's. It is flawed logic but admirable food for thought nonetheless.

The best thing that can be said about Welad El Balad is that there are worse films out there. Production values are decent, song numbers are catchy, and the running time is a merciful 85 minutes-long. Yet, even for crass films likeWelad El Balad, there is a surprising lack of funny moments, even those in the name of bad taste.