Dawood Hilmandi returns home to try and reconnect with is father who was a mujahideen fighter, later a spiritual leader, writer, and poet. There was distance and silence between the pair and Hilmandi wants to find some common ground.
This is a stunning film that really isn’t one we’ve seen before. You don’t normally see a complex relationship between a father and son in an Islamic family like this. It is a relationship that isn’t black or white, which is normally how films that we see in America are portrayed. I found myself leaning in, wanting to know more about this world that was out side of my experience.
What I love about the film is that Hilmandi frames everything with love and grandeur. There is beauty to every image, even of the simplest one has weight and power to it.
I am haunted by this film. This was the first of three I watched in succession and after ach that followed I wanted to return to this film and the people on screen.
Recommended.
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