watched Women Without Men, a film by Iranian photographer Shirin Neshat. and because i am such a fan of her work, i watched the film twice when it was screened at 8Q at SAM recently.
the story revolves around pivotal moments of 4 women who decide, consciously or otherwise, to be without men. they are bodily, politically and spiritually extracted from settings which throb with male dominance, and retreat into the lush greens of an orchard, which bears all.
the cinematography is awesome, that goes without saying. i particularly love how we discover so much about each character without the need for much dialogue as their expressions tell all. each arch of the eyebrow, pause, so poignant. and i especially love how when veiled, yes, the women are covered, erased of their womanly silhouettes, but how it also instantly forces the gaze onto their faces, whose masks reveal all.
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give me your hand. i will let you go. 