Less Dimensions, More Meaning

So, last night I saw Persepolis at the cinema. I'm not a rabid cinema-goer, and this is probably the first time I've gone for a good eighteen months.

For those of you who don't know the backstory - it's the story of a girl growing up in Iran, throughout the period of the Islamic Revolution of 1979 and the Iran-Iraq war that followed.

It was well worth seeing. The film was absolutely superb. It's one of the more bizarre mediums on the face of it - telling the tale of a revolution, war and repression through a two-dimensional animation (mostly in black and white, to add to that). But it's fantastic, beautifully written, with comical touches and for such a serious subject, incredibly warming.

It's impossible to explain it for what it is. But the oft-referred to scene of the anatomy art class of a woman in a burkha provides a wonderful touch that exhibits so much about this film. The clip of men 'pushing' casettes of western music illicitly is also beautifully done.

I really recommend that you try and find somewhere that's showing and go and see it. It's well worth it.