
A simple, serene, sea-dreamy film.
Simple as in child-like.
I watched this film a 2nd time (always a good sign)
And it was even better the 2nd time (sign of a good film)
I’ve come to expect Iranian films to be like this: allegorical, pleasurable, charming, symbolic, sensual.
Uncontaminated by cynicism.
Unadulterated by explanations.
Unburdened by psychological neurosis.
And you get delicious images to lick at like ice-cream:
Like little Hassan’s curly tongue sucking for sweetness thro the yellow bars of the window as Hava reaches her lollipop into his mouth.
The galloping of the husband on his black horse alongside the girls silently pushing on forward – like black beetles on bicycles.
Old Hoora drifting out to sea on her 4 poster bed with her fridge, her TV, her sofa etc, afloat around her – on oil drums.
There’s a lot of sea in this film. And a lot to see.
It warms your eyes like suns.
Dir: Marzieh Meshkini, Iran
8/10

