“Everything we have comes from the King.”
“What are you saying, man? We have nothing!”
“Even that comes from the King!”
I found Bahram Beizai's Death of Yazdgerd a swift whirlpool of literary styled story-telling which incorporated history, culture, a look at the possible origins of certain legends, political resonance, ethics, class, the ignorance of law, those who suffer at the bottom of any hierarchy, and an almost effortless excellence in modulating the screenplay's dramatic tension. Throw in some very confident acting amid Spartan staging and voila! It gets my vote. Probably not since watching Manoel de Oliveira's Le soulier de satin in a previous pleasant surprise have I been so enthralled by the multifaceted inquiries of a film into the depths of personal, social and historic lore with an almost Biblical stress on quicksilver knowledge and the diversities within intention and truth.