A poetic cinematic triptych, the stories are loosely connected, but the images are striking. Perhaps there is a thread between the simple childish pleasure of sharing a treat, the battle for independence (that feverish bike scene) and then the delayed pleasure for an old woman at long last achieved, but perhaps not so meaningful.
Images persist: the scarf as makeshift sail, the bikes vs horses, the luxurious appliances festooned upon the beach.
Thank you for the reviewers who mentioned Kish Island, there was something about the location in the film that I sensed was striking and special, and reading some I understand more but not enough about that place, if not Iranian women.
Images persist: the scarf as makeshift sail, the bikes vs horses, the luxurious appliances festooned upon the beach.
Thank you for the reviewers who mentioned Kish Island, there was something about the location in the film that I sensed was striking and special, and reading some I understand more but not enough about that place, if not Iranian women.