I can’t rate this movie, our pain and suffering cannot be measured. We Kurds have remained strong despite all the oppression that came upon us. We’ve never knelt, because weakness is not part of our identity.
Watching a father's grief carried on both shoulders and buried beneath a walnut tree... can you even begin to describe that??
“The soul is sick and tired of its too solid shell,“
This movie was such a work of ART. Everything was so perfectly done. The story, the writing, the poetry readings, the editing, the music, the lighting, the combination of colors, the camera movements…
The reflection of someone’s past and present did confuse me at first, but this movie is a masterpiece, no doubt.
