Filmmaker Cyrus Frisch set out to record deteriorating relations between the native Dutch community and immigrants from the Middle East in his Amsterdam city square, using only his cellphone as his camera. Secretly filming the confrontations outside his window between teens and police, or a fight in a supermarket, Frisch's furtive spy cam records windowsills, tile floors, and his spectacularly pointy boots as often as it records items of interest. The fictional ruse that the camera operator is an Afghan veteran muddies things but does allow Frisch to cut in some combat footage. While many of this film's incidents are indeed socially revelatory, this "first feature film made on a cellphone" is most interesting for the smeary beauty of his enlarged cityscapes, which pushes Why didn't anybody tell me ... away from hard-hitting realism and toward pure formal abstraction.