Does nobody care about the terrible acting and editing?

I agree, especially about the silence. Both of these boys (and especially Ibra) are from civilizations that don't really accept homosexuality, let alone inter-cultural relationships. Not only are these boys gay and in love, but Ibra is (maybe) Muslim, and if it's Spain, the other boy is (maybe) Catholic. They really don't know how to put their feelings into words. I remember my first love, in order to realize it, took a lot of under-the-table leg-touching, longing glances, and silence. Lots and lots of silence. We'd been told our entire lives that what we were feeling was not normal, and how do you verbalize something that isn't normal? You don't know how to verbalize it. I think the film did a great job at conveying that sense of confused wonderment.

As for the rest of the film, I thought the boys were very believable as their characters. You could see the sense of longing in both of their eyes and the way they acted towards each other. However, everybody is right in saying that the editing sucks. I still don't understand some of the timeline, like when Ibra first had the thought of the boys food-fighting, was it actually in his head (like predicting the future), or what? Also, I'm not a fan of how the editor left out a lot of stuff. While at the club the second time (or was it the first but the editing was REALLY THAT BAD), the boys both excuse themselves to the bathroom at the same time. What happened there? Or is the first bathroom scene actually a continuation of the 2nd club scene? See, editing was tripe.

Anyway, I thought it was a cute coming-of-age story, and I like the fact that the director gave us that last, hopeful scene with Ibra escaping on the train, holding his piece of the necklace, and the other boy (why can't I remember his name/it's probably because I have a thing for Middle Easterners and loved Ibra) holding onto his piece and looking out the window. They were both tearing up. It was brilliant.