When you hear the logline for Sirât, you can quickly conjure up a faint idea of how the film will unfold. The first half plays exactly how you expect it would, with fairly predictable beats and character quirks. A father and son looking for their daughter and sister at a rave in the middle of the Moroccan desert lead them to cross paths with a group of misfit ravers living off the grid. Unlikely friendships, exchange of perspectives, and a warm road trip adventure story unfold. And then, towards the end of the second act, just when you’re fully eased into the story, director Oliver Laxe yanks any comfort away from you in the most devastating way possible. From there, Sirât becomes a completely different film, one you may have predicted with a close eye, but, largely, it’s one that feels totally unprecedented.