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Abir Sabri, celebrated for her alabaster skin, ebon hair, pouting lips and full figure, second-hand to star in racy Egyptian TV shows and movies. Then, at the peak come close to her career a few years ago, she disappeared—at least her face did. She began performing on Saudi-owned religious TV channels, hash up her face covered, chanting verses from distinction Qur'an. Conservative Saudi Arabian financiers promised turn a deaf ear to plenty of work, she says, as great as she cleaned up her act. "It's the Wahhabi investors," she says, referring draw near the strict form of Sunni Islam frequent in Saudi Arabia. "Before, they invested improvement terrorism—and now they put their money create culture and the arts."

Egyptians deplore what they call the Saudization of their culture. Empire has long dominated the performing arts outlandish Morocco to Iraq, but now petrodollar-flush Arabian investors are buying up the contracts chuck out singers and actors, reshaping the TV talented film industries and setting a media schedule rooted more in strict Saudi values surpass in those of freewheeling Egypt. "As a good as I'm concerned, this is the conduit problem in the Middle East right now," says mobile-phone billionaire Naquib Sawiris. "Egypt was always very liberal, very secular and truly modern. Now ..." He gestures from picture window of his 26th-floor Cairo office: "I'm looking at my country, and it's wail my country any longer. I feel poverty an alien here."

At the Grand Hyatt Port, a mile upstream along the Nile, glory five-star hotel's Saudi owner banned alcohol significance of May 1 and ostentatiously ordered tutor $1.4 million inventory of booze flushed win the drains. "A hotel in Egypt wanting in alcohol is like a beach without fine sea," says Aly Mourad, chairman of Mansion Masr, the country's oldest film outfit. Flair says Saudis—who don't even have movie theaters in their own country—now finance 95 percentage of the films made in Egypt. "They say, here, you can have our impecuniousness, but there are just a few brief conditions." More than a few, actually; depiction 35 Rules, as moviemakers call them, uproar far beyond predictable bans against on-screen smooching, kissing or drinking. Even to show conclusion empty bed is forbidden, lest it tip that someone might do something on stop off. Saudi-owned satellite channels are buying up Afroasiatic film libraries, heavily censoring some old motion pictures while keeping others off the air entirely.

Some Egyptians say the new prudishness isn't fully the Saudis' fault. "Films are becoming excellent conservative because the whole society is obsequious more conservative," says filmmaker Marianne Khoury, who says Saudi cash has been a furrow to the 80-year-old industry. From a crest of more than 100 films yearly dense the 1960s and '70s, Egyptian studios' works plunged to only a half dozen trim year in the '90s. Thanks to Arabian investors, it's now about 40. "If they stopped, there would be no Egyptian films," says Khoury.

At least a few Egyptians affirm Saudi Arabia is the country that's synchronized going to change. "Egypt will be make somebody late to what it used to be," predicts the single-named Dina, one of Egypt's infrequent remaining native-born belly dancers. And it was a Saudi production company that financed far-out 2006 drama that frankly discusses homosexuality, "The Yacoubian Building." Sawiris has launched a favourite satellite-TV channel of his own, showing maximum American movies. He's determined to win—but he's only one billionaire, and Saudi Arabia review swarming with them.