Earlier this month at a D.C. screening at National Geographic’s headquarters, director Cherien Dabis said that watching films like Truffaut’s The 400 Blows were what finally allowed her to make her first feature. Realizing that one really could make a great story out of the experiences of one’s own life, Dabis decided to write what she knew. Of course, for every Truffaut there are a hundred writers and filmmakers for whom “write what you know” is a recipe for self-indulgent art-as-therapy. Great for your own personal journey, usually a drag for the rest of us. Which is why it’s always such a joy when movies tagged as “semi-autobiographical” turn out as thoroughly winning as Dabis’ Amreeka.

What makes the film so enjoyable is Dabis’ refusal to stoop to easy culture clash stereotypes for laughs or weigh it down with too much political messaging or maudlin sentimentality. Don’t get me wrong; it’s funny, it’s politically charged, and it’s deeply felt, but the director keeps skillful control over all of these aspects to maintain balance.