I saw this short film at Portland's Art Museum, at their aptly-named "Disquieted" exhibit. The beautiful Shohreh gives a great performance as a troubled woman who engages briefly with a crowd of people, somewhere in the Middle-East. There are no clearly spoken words--the soundtrack deliberately muffles them, but there is hypnotic cello music.
One odd way that I judge a film is how long it makes me ponder its meaning. My wife and I discussed its possible meanings at length.
Was she possessed? What did the crowd's reaction mean? Why didn't they notice her at first? Why did they appear to ignore her?
One odd way that I judge a film is how long it makes me ponder its meaning. My wife and I discussed its possible meanings at length.
Was she possessed? What did the crowd's reaction mean? Why didn't they notice her at first? Why did they appear to ignore her?