Watched The Colour of Paradise on Friday and I must watch it again. S, I'm indebted to you, I don't know if it would've happened otherwise. I liked the movie of course, though I was longing for some more, or something more, in the end. The first half went totally in laughing and crying and both and in the second half I was just following the flow. I rarely cry watching a movie and even if I do, they are mostly tears of joy. But this time, I couldn't help it when listening to Mohammed's conversation with his teacher about God. I'm a bit upset that the movie is short and they didn't show more of the boy.
Actually I liked the way his father acted too. Throughout he was like a guy living a nightmare, from which he would like to wake up and find his son gone. He did very well. Also, for the first time I saw a pair of hands emoting so much. They were like Mohammed's eyes, or may be more, feeling the air, the feather, the bird's open mouth, little waves in water and everything, may be much more than a boy who can see. The picturesque Iran countryside makes you feel even worse because his house is in such a pretty place and he loves nature so much and he cannot see it.
My weekend is almost done with Saturday going in playing host and Sunday as a dutiful guest. Whenever I have to attend these mandatory ceremonies, I feel wretched that I'm wasting golden hours of weekend but I always return feeling guilty about it because most of the people I meet make me feel as if they were missing seeing me very badly all these years and they are happy just doing that. Ignorance is bliss indeed!! Anyway, this time I went only for Aayi's sake and I won't have to go every year I hope. My mother is very rigid in these matters; she'll honour any invitation at a relative's place which is in the radius of 5 hours of journey!! Don't know where she gets the energy from.
Actually I liked the way his father acted too. Throughout he was like a guy living a nightmare, from which he would like to wake up and find his son gone. He did very well. Also, for the first time I saw a pair of hands emoting so much. They were like Mohammed's eyes, or may be more, feeling the air, the feather, the bird's open mouth, little waves in water and everything, may be much more than a boy who can see. The picturesque Iran countryside makes you feel even worse because his house is in such a pretty place and he loves nature so much and he cannot see it.
My weekend is almost done with Saturday going in playing host and Sunday as a dutiful guest. Whenever I have to attend these mandatory ceremonies, I feel wretched that I'm wasting golden hours of weekend but I always return feeling guilty about it because most of the people I meet make me feel as if they were missing seeing me very badly all these years and they are happy just doing that. Ignorance is bliss indeed!! Anyway, this time I went only for Aayi's sake and I won't have to go every year I hope. My mother is very rigid in these matters; she'll honour any invitation at a relative's place which is in the radius of 5 hours of journey!! Don't know where she gets the energy from.
Majid Majidi is just another god's Goebbels. A physically disadvantaged child has so much beauty around him (that's why god creates blind children only in places with abundant natural beauty) and paradise beacons him in his brutal death. A poor man who doesn't accept his circumstances needs a redemption. And the privileged can live without any guilt. God certainly requires illusionary beauty and emotional blackmail.
ReplyDeleteIran has better movie directors than this reactionary.
Can't you enjoy a movie while not forgetting that it may only be an ideal case in the end?
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DeleteM, sounds so much like you!!
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