"Prefer the present to these fine promises (of heaven), because even a drum sounds melodious from afar"
The long, wide shots of vast expanses - bursting with colour, seldom cutting hurriedly - can be seen as symbolic of the distances - cultural, physical - between the rural and urban, as embodied in its visiting city-dweller (in mirror reflection to Majidi’s Song of Sparrows) - as well as the vitality and lifestyle beneath the preserved ancestral norms that see unwitting perturbment on his part. Its wandering nature is then but apropos of the setting; its didactic dialogues, apropos of the culture; its abounding images, the geography.
" listen do you hear the darkness blowing? something is passing in the night. the moon is restless and red and over this rooftop. where crumbling is a constant fear clouds, like a procession of mourners seem to be waiting for the moment of rain. a moment and then nothing. night shudders beyond this window and the earth winds to a halt beyond this window something unknown is watching you and me. O green from head to foot place your hands like a burning memory. in my loving hands give your lips to the caresses of my loving lips like the warm perception of being. the wind will take us, the wind will take us. " forough farrokhzad
Simply beautiful. The cinematography is remarkable, and the story, subdued as it is, tells a powerful tale of the clashing of cultures and habits. Loved it.
