I saw Captain Phillips last night, with a surreal twist. I had forgotten that there are a large number of Somalian refugees in our neighbourhood. So I watched the movie in a full theatre, surrounded by first and second generation young Somalian immigrants, who erupted in laughter at the oddest moments. No doubt about it, the movie captures the sense of imminent violence, and the crowd would go silent in collective horror.
Laughter would erupt every time Khat made an appearance.
What would it be like for a young Somalian, hearing the language of home, and recognizing place-names and gestures so familiar to them, coming from the villains?