After a great walk at the Reservoir
yesterday and a nice glass of cava, we came back home and decided to watch a
movie before heading to dinner. I had heard of Persian
Cats and we decided to try it out and I am so glad we did. It made me
realize, once again, how lucky we are to have our freedom.
This film was completed in 17 days and
shows the underground of musicians in
Today, it's estimated that
as much as two thirds of
When I googled, the film this piece from the Washington Post
hit home about the director, Bahman
Ghobadi, in his own words:
The film, he hopes, will show another side
to a country so often portrayed only as a nuclear threat or a geopolitical
chess piece. "The Islamic Republic of Iran has successfully manufactured
news" to distract Western media, he says. "The issue of human rights
violations just doesn't come to the fore."
According to the
review in SF Gate:
The title "No One Knows About Persian Cats" refers to an
Iranian law that requires dogs and cats to remain indoors. Similar constraints drive the country's indie-rock
scene far underground, into barns and basements and rooms soundproofed with
blankets, where hip young musicians ply their trade despite the ever-looming
threat of arrest. Some have permits. Many don't. But the talented, intrepid
rockers inhabiting this film about
And today, I wake up knowing in my heart how truly lucky I am to have my freedom.
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