Hey, I read that New Yorker article too!
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He's a tremendous dramatist. Try watching one of his films all the way through. Don't bother taking a coffee break; he generally wraps things up within two hours.
Agreed. Nothing is thrown away in About Elly. Every moment that seems casual isn't; every decision and action comes home to roost. Golshifteh Farahani's (perfect) increasing hoarseness over the run of the movie is the sound of consequences adding up.
Would you settle for a salesman?
Yes, Farhadi films make excellent use of the things we don't see. He knows the narrative and emotional power of the unseen.
I still can't make up my mind whether it's better than About Elly or if they're equally great.
I'm sticking with "Oregon Trail" generation.
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Do you remember the MTM episode where the guys all fantasize about what it would be like to be married to Mary, and Ted imagines her in a sexy little nightie—and then at the last minute, she balks, because even in his fantasies, Ted knows Mary would never, ever sleep with him.
On the plus side, he's pissing the CIA the fuck off.
My cat is old enough now that when he sees bugs, he just watches them like they're TV instead of trying to eat them.
When my sister lived in Japan, she had a serious roach problem. She said she got up one day, opened her underwear drawer, and found her bras swarming with roaches.
Wait, are you telling me DARE actually succeeded in keeping a kid off drugs?
I think it's the tightest screenplay I've ever seen. Not one wasted moment or action.
He's amazing. Definitely earned that Oscar.
Ew ew ew ew ew
Non-kosher dog with mustard and onions. None of those boring all-beef dogs for me.
It's like Audrey Hepburn chasing a 26-years-older Cary Grant in Charade. Like…can you blame her? It's Cary freakin' Grant!
If you haven't already, check out Enemy of the State, which feels, probably not by accident, like a stealth sequel.
Farhadi's a frickin' genius. He wrings maximum dread and fearful anticipation over nothing more than an unattended door left ever-so-slightly swinging open, without a person in sight.