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  • Paris, Texas
  • Songs from the Second Floor
  • Goodbye, Dragon Inn
  • Suzhou River

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Recent reviews

  • A Hero

    A Hero


    what shines like a bright light is farhadi’s writing. He’s writing complex characters, having often frustratingly tangled relationships, in a screenplay that flows to a certain rhythm, touching upon every ebb and flow of these colliding lives like notes on a piece. characters function in zones of moral greyness (compelling the viewers into forming their own inferences) and are set up in such detail that every decision feels motivated, every turn the story takes feels plausible.

    I so wished they…

  • Titane



    so, the people next to us would start giggling ahead of ‘exciting’ parts, soft-spoiling bits of the film for us. from what I gathered, they had seen it at cannes. a tad vexing as it was, to our surprise, there came a point after which they went completely quiet. 
    and believe me, treading the uncharted paths the film was taking while being baffled by the uncharacteristic silence of those chaps, goddamn elevated the experience.

    watch it on the biggest screen you can find.
    watch it in a packed cinema.
    watch it.

Popular reviews

  • Gamak Ghar

    Gamak Ghar


    a meditative ode to an ancestral home that breathes through celebrations and its people, grieves in silence and embraces its journey through time almost as if embodying the soul of baba. the intimate humanisation of the house evolves parallel to the gradual parting of the family only to be completely abbreviated into photographs slid into thin plastic films of an album, writings and translucent memories.

    the poised camerawork—always static and mostly wide—and the atmospheric sound design bear a striking semblance…

  • Taste of Cherry

    Taste of Cherry


    earth and dust.

    dust. if earth/ soil suggests the complete subservience to gravity, floating dust is a rather final descent into ruination. wanting to find someone to agree to the ultimate closure to his misery, mr badii drives through rugged narrow roads of hills outside of Tehran incentive-coating his request to strangers. having found no one to cover him with earth he sits in the middle of a construction site, tranced and absorbed in dust. ready like this golden dust,…