Bearded geek. English-Palestinian. Film-maker and writer, rat race escapee. Riddled with anxiety.
There, Panicky, I've finally watched it instead of just reading the script!
After yesterday's Hashtag-Instaselfie dialogue in Assassination Nation, this was an extremely refreshing palate cleanser.
The dynamic between mother and daughter here reminds me a lot of my sister's relationship with my mother when she was around this age, but she doesn't see that so I'm probably misremembering?
Anyway, yes, excellent.
Smarter people than me will have dissected the symbolism of this and the unique frame of reference that comes with a horror film set in Iran. All I can say is that I loved this and then ramble about some personal stuff that's mostly irrelevant.
I loved this.
I grew up in 1990's Jordan (and, much later, Palestine) where belief in the Djinn was pretty widespread. I remember jumping over the first tile in the bathroom because that's where some…