Finally I get to see a film in Melbourne. Usually I’m either in front of the computer all day and evening, or with only just enough funds to get food for three days. Last night I had both time and money, and saw I Know I’m Not Alone.

I agree with Bolton that it was indulgent. There are many scenes showing people’s reactions to Franti’s presence, and there are scenes which are Pied-Piper-like in the portrayal of people’s responses to his music. It is almost as if the film’s task to show the Arab world through a musicians eyes has been turned to show the musician through the eyes of Arabs.

But I will forgive him for this. I am not disappointed by this movie as Bolton is. I felt a presence of joy amidst the struggle, pain and fear that lies on the streets, and I wanted to connect with, reach out to, those in the film who searched humbly and bravely for peace. I cheered silently for the peacemakers that were praised in the film.

Definitely recommended viewing for those tired of the war report.