film review
Persepolis
Monochrome animation follows a girl through the Iranian revolution, uproarious and devastating in a single breath, its shadows worked like chiaroscuro. Punk in Tehran, exile in Vienna, and the particular loneliness of coming from a place the news consents to show only when it is burning.
what it left me with
One may love a country and still refuse its cage; belonging is an arithmetic far more intricate than any flag pretends.
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