I always enjoyed going to the movies. I think that there is a certain thrill of going into a movie theater that is full of people just like you anticipating the beginning of the film everyone seems to be ÃÂÃÂdyingÃÂÃÂ to see. From comedies to melodramas, from thrillers to horror films, I am just a movie fanatic. Naturally, living in New York City, I try to get the most out of a city of its majesty and diversity. This year I decided to visit one of the major film festivals in the world. The renowned Tribeca Film Festival had many movie openings, from all over the world, telling stories that were different from the usual Hollywood glitz and glam movies. The scenarios and settings were a little foreign, something I wasnÃÂÃÂt used to, and that alone attracted me to the festival even more. On Friday, April 27, I attended the first showing of Bahman GhobadiÃÂÃÂs movie, Half Moon.
This movie was in Farsi and Kurdish, and the actors and the director were Iranian. Coming into the theater at approximately seven thirty, I saw that a large portion of the audience looked as though they were descendents from the Middle East. The other portion of the audience was movie critics and I noticed many film students, studying the various film making strategies and taking notes. The rest were just like me, enjoying a rainy Friday night.
The movie told the story of Mamo, a famous Kurdish musician who got a chance to perform in Iraq after the fall of Sadaam Hussein. He travels to Iraq with his sons, and wants to bring a female singer from Iran but faces troubles with this. The singer is not allowed to leave the country because women have been in exile and silenced in that...