I had been looking forward to the film adaptation of Persepolis ever since a friend introduced me to Marjane Satrapi's work but Anthony Lane's unimpressed review of the film (he writes, "I was left with the nagging, if ungallant, impression that I had been flipping through a wipe-clean board book entitled 'Miffy and Friends Play with Islamic Fundamentalism") dampened my enthusiasm a bit. That said, I was pretty sure I wanted to see it anyway. And hey! It was really excellent! Plain and simple.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Marjane, not Miffy
Posted by bonhomie page at 1/07/2008 07:44:00 PM
Labels: Feminism, Film, Iran, Literature, Marjane Satrapi, The New Yorker
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