Sep 3, 2001

The church bells are ring the noon hour. I'm listening to Eleftheria Arvanitaki's "For The Color of Your Eyes".
What I remember about you is your name, and the color of your eyes still shines....
I'll never say your first name again lest I forget to love you.

Last night I saw Hassan Yektapanah's DJOMEH. An Afighanistan immigrant in Iran falls in love with a local girl. She works at the grocery shop and he courts her by buying bread. But he is poor. And foreign. You know, not Marriageable Material. The film recreates the daily patterns of ordinary people's lives. Monotonous.

The film may be unpretentious but love is not.


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