Unlike Jarmusch, Ana Lily doesn't even try to make you believe that some deep shit is going on. The characters are defined by what clothes they wear, what car they drive and what songs they listen to. And they know it. It is precisely the loneliness and desperation that arise from this futile search for identity that end up humanizing the sad caricatures we see in this incredibly authentic film.
the film just keeps on trying hard. very stylish but who needs a merely stylish photography? sorry but the labor to create this film has gone to waste. the nice imageries have gone to waste due to puerile, senseless bourgeoisie narrative. had it not been in monochrome, i don't think it could even pull off the atmosphere it tries to exhume even at its lowest degree. i never disliked a film like this before
An empty, thought pretty, exercise in pastiche and stylization. I found it lacking in plot (moved at a snail's pace), character (thin and poorly motivated), and aesthetics (cliched and rudimentary) and it wasn't very surprising or scary. The direction is passionate but this falls into the 'nice try' category for me. It also seemed to be in love with western culture but without insight into Iran.
I was hoping this would unpack alot of subversive political complexities given such a good concept, but it didn't have a strong stance on where it was going. Sure, it sounds like a cool film to watch when you read the summary, but it isn't saying anything new other than the fact that she is a vampire. The environment makes up for it though.