Leila and the Wolves

‏«إنَّنا ننتناسخ، نعيش في بعضنا، ونموت خارج أنفسنا، لقد تحلل اللحم إلى تراب، وانبعث التراب لحماً، لا شيء يضيع أبداً ولا شيء ينتهي، ومن يدري؟ فقد ننجر خشب الشجرة التي تروي نفسها بلحم أمي، ذراعاً لبندقية تستعيد أرضاً» — غسّان كنفاني As relevant as the day it was released... Essential viewing on Arab anti-colonial struggle, and a reminder of how much remains unfinished. May we live to witness a free Arab world. 🇵🇸❤️🇱🇧

Pauline at the Beach

What is love? Is it a matter of moral principle and idealistic desire, the kind that burns slow and deep? Or merely a pleasant physical game where passion is just lust freed from guilt? Gorgeous sun-drenched film

The Visit

Four Nights of a Dreamer

Satantango

Home Alone

In Bruges

Bugonia

Withnail & I

La Chimera

The Pleasure of Love in Iran

Amadeus

The Royal Tenenbaums

The Devil Rides Out

The Darjeeling Limited

I first watched this film when I was just a child, and it's stayed with me through every revisit since. It remains my favorite Wes Anderson—maybe it's nostalgia, but I like to think it's something deeper.

Farewell

Willow and Wind

“We've long forgotten that rain is worth gazing” This line perfectly encapsulates the very soul of Iranian cinema and it functions as a gentle resistance to the pace and values of contemporary life. It's exactly the quiet sensibility that there's something profound in simply watching rain falling on a window, to witness beauty and fragility in the most unremarkable details, something we've lost in our modern hurried lives. Iranian filmmakers seem to understand that the most ordinary moments—a child experiencing rain for the first time, the rhythm of daily work, quiet conversations, and the small gestures that make up most of human experiences—contain entire universes of meaning and reveal the depth of human struggle if we just slow down enough to really see them.

Dead Man

Dogville

Heat