Oh, yeah, good films

can, libra. There was a critically acclaimed film made by an Iranian director that I saw years ago when I lived in New York. I can't remember the title, and much of it is a blur to me now, part of that wonderful, small-art-films- seen-once that unspools in the small art-house of one's head, one's memory, but I believe it was made by an emigre living in Paris. It was, I dimly recall, about an exiled businessman who'd had ties to the Shah now living in Paris and being pursued by the Savak.

It came out, for what it's worth, a few years after a major Andrzej Wajda retrospective, a revival of interest in him, including his then little-seen-in-the-US major films from the '50s and '50s (eg, Kanal, Ashes and Diamonds). And certainly, as you say, a director like Wajda, whose father was a Polish cavalry officer murdered by the Soviets, had to treat some themes elliptically.

The Wajda revival, of course, happened around the time of the Solidarity movement and Walesa.  

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by: benjaminwalterWV @ Sat Jun 13, 2009 at 06:43:51 AM CDT

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