Refugees from war become refugees from reconstruction in this probing, comic parable. The war is over in Lebanon, and the sound of bombs has been replaced by the sound of bulldozers. TV commercials exhort viewers to invest in the future in the form of luxury apartments rising out of the rubble on the margins of Beirut. The pink house of the title is a once elegant, now shell-scarred mansion where displaced families squatted for the duration of the war, and which a real estate developer now wants for a commercial center. The film successfully weaves political debate with allegory, self-conscious artifice with the textures of everyday life.