"You might say that there is, in the literal, plot-summary sense, a romantic triangle at the heart of Ruba Nadda’s “Cairo Time.” An American woman waiting to meet her husband in the Egyptian capital is drawn toward a dalliance with a former colleague of his, a local resident who drives her from the airport to her hotel and graciously offers his services as tour guide and companion. But what gives this delicate, decorous movie its distinctive throb of melancholy sensuality is less the humdrum possibility of adultery than the intimation of a three-way entanglement involving the man, the woman and Cairo. The city is also clearly the principal object of Ms. Nadda’s ardor."
I have a feeling A.O. Scott is probably correct in his estimation when he says it's a little precious and doesn't add up to much, but I'll give this a look when it hits Netflix anyway.
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