“MUNIS stands on the rooftop of her home, her black tent-like chador clutched around her. Her words, their distinctive Persian lilt anchoring the viewer in Iran, describe her misery. She longs for silence, for freedom from pain, for escape from her brother and his attempts to force her to marry, so she jumps. Her lifeless body, having tumbled amid the fluttering dark material, is found by her brother. It makes for a stark opening to a film.”
The reason why I am promoting this film comes from the fact that I love Shirin Neshat’s work.