Review: "Persepolis"

Put simply, I didn't quite know what to say.
Those who know me will find that to be quite unusual I'm sure, but Persepolis is such an interesting, unusual film that it's hard to find the right words to do it justice.
Based on the series of autobiographical graphic novels by Marjane Satrapi, and directed by Satrapi and French director Vincent Paronnaud, Persepolis chronicles the life of an independent minded girl growing up in Iran during the revolution in the 1970s, and later during the period of oppression by a government ruled by Islamic fundamentalists.
One would think that this would make a fantastic live-action coming of age drama, but in a wholly unique (and ultimately, correct) move, Satrapi chose to make the entire film animated in the style of her black and white drawings, using only sparse color when the film is in the present day (the rest is told as a flashback).

For someone who lived through such hell, one would almost expect a trace of bitterness in Satrapi's storytelling, but instead she directs with a light hand and a keen sense of irony that never feels forced or angry. It is more of a lament, a poignant ode to Iran that could be, and in some ways once was. It is that sense of poignancy of wasted potential very present in Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner that Marc Forster's film adaptation failed to capture. While much of Persepolis is quirky and funny, there is an underlying sense of melancholy of seeing one's home turned into a harsh place that is no longer recognizable.

It becomes almost free-associative after a while, switching back and forth between the present day, Marji's childhood exploits, and imagined conversations with the likes of God and Karl Marx. But Satrapi keeps it all grounded in reality, never straying far from the emotional truth of any given moment, whether it is achieved through comical absurdism or through impressionistic realism - the war scenes are especially haunting, and when added to Olivier Bernet's free-wheeling and mournful score, you have something that reaches near transcendence.

It is a masterful balancing of socially conscious drama, childhood memoir, and outright comedy, highlighting the absurdity of a culture ruled by petty fundamentalism. It is a film whose relevance resonates beyond Iran - and is at once a fascinating first-person historical account and a gorgeous work of art.
GRADE - ****
PERSEPOLIS; Directed by Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud; Voices of Catherine Deneuve, Chiara Mastroianni, Danielle Darrieux, Gena Rowlands, Simon Abkarian, Tilly Mandelbrot; Rated PG-13 for mature thematic material including violent images, sexual references, language and brief drug content; In French w/English subtitles
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