A film about an invasive film crew invading a rural village filmed in a rural village, well even in English this might be tricky to sort of the levels of exploitation. Add in the fact that the crux of the film is likely delivered in a poem in a cave underground, and I felt far, far away from the Farsi here in the U.S.
So while I can say I appreciated aspects of the film, I really think I did not understand it. Is this a cautionary tale of how outsiders don't necessarily help a situation, but they cannot turn a blind eye as people fall ill, or are trapped in holes they have dug themselves. It feels like something significant along those lines is being said, but then there's the notion that this is a comedy? Really? I guess the constraints of technology, and those wild rushes to get to a higher ground for a satellite phone that in turn merely debase the user of said phone has its laughs? There was some humor also with the tea lady and the bickering surrounding her husband and her. And what of the young boy, his teacher and the school.
If this film is the wind, it moved through me more than it moved me. My loss I sense...
So while I can say I appreciated aspects of the film, I really think I did not understand it. Is this a cautionary tale of how outsiders don't necessarily help a situation, but they cannot turn a blind eye as people fall ill, or are trapped in holes they have dug themselves. It feels like something significant along those lines is being said, but then there's the notion that this is a comedy? Really? I guess the constraints of technology, and those wild rushes to get to a higher ground for a satellite phone that in turn merely debase the user of said phone has its laughs? There was some humor also with the tea lady and the bickering surrounding her husband and her. And what of the young boy, his teacher and the school.
If this film is the wind, it moved through me more than it moved me. My loss I sense...