Crows Are White

I loved this movie, as did my wife. Watching the filmmaker in his attempts to be true to himself, and to discover what that truth might be as he tumbled through the strictures of religious Zen and conservative Islamic cultures was a fascinating journey. Vascillating between light-hearted, laugh out loud humor and gripping family and marital dramas, we were on our seats much of the evening. What a treat! Beautifully filmed, especially the monastery scenes in fog and rain, and following the monks along the paths of their journeys, physically and metaphorically, gave me a deeper appreciation of the rigors of such disciplines. And his friend, the lowliest monk, was an adventure in himself.