As filmmaker (not person) Kamran Shirdel died young but his four docu shorts, not pressed down by maturity's profuse turnout, freely survived the chronological infanticide. That cinema can't change the world is poor excuse for early on demise - all arts can question structures that start as revolutions and end as firm-grip, dead-end reterritorialization everywhere - still the precise craft of his films is outstanding
Kamran Shirdel, working in the tradition of the mother of Iranian cinema, poet Forough Farrokhzad, utilizes poetic singing along with still photography and moving imagery to create one of the most saddest yet poetic documentaries ever. Shirdel's thematic focus on marginalized women in his documentaries presents an oft-ignored portrayal of Iran especially during the Reza Shah's era. A masterpiece.