Having read Shahrnush Parsipur’s one-afternoon novella before filled some plot holes for me, but I must admit that only the mixed media of film+animation could do justice to the book’s often Vianesque flight of fancy. I missed Mahdokht who, like Daphne, became a tree and later traveled the world after fireworking herself to a colossal seed pile. Or Zarin's idle months of crystal pellucidness. And mwell, it’s got that
Photographer Shirin Neshat makes her debut film about the intertwining lives of four Iranian women caught in the pivotal moment of Islamic Revolution during the summer of 1953. This was a time when the US and the U.K. Backed a coup d'etat bringing down the new democratically elected Prime Minister.
What a mess. It ends with a mourning for lost revolutions but it seems to only apply to half the population (the XX half). The symbolism is a bit too heavy for my taste (the prostitute being abuse by everyone is clearly Iran and so on).