Surely somewhere there was an interesting film about the young days of Abdullah Tasi, a gay writer from Morocco that would prove compelling and stirring as he goes from his early days of Morocco where being gay was illegal (it still is) and risked bodily harm and death to his early school days in Geneva, Switzerland. Unfortunately, this Salvation Army isn't it.
Perhaps it was the unfortunate decision of having Tasi adapt from his own novel and direct it was the problem. Perhaps the novel didn't translate well to the screen. Or perhaps the childhood wasn't all that interesting, but when Wikipedia gives some compelling details missing from the film, I think we can dismiss the latter.
The result is distant, deadly dull, and drained of almost all drama. Avoid.