Bazm-e Razm

When I first heard the beginning of a song I had heard a long time ago and many times over, "Shahid-e Motahar", it seemed like my mind momentarily possessed some pieces of my mode of being from the forgotten past. As soon as that happened, I felt a joy in the expectation of hearing a lot more and the documentary fulfilled even beyond that expectation that was placed in me, involuntarily. That happens to you, of course, when something forces you to relive your former self and that, most of the time, is perceived as something not from this world. This documentary did that a lot to me because I hadn't heard them since, well, the time they were being broadcasted from the national TV.

Apart from that experience, the perspective you get form the stories told by the musicians, about the trajectory of music in Iran makes you feel a sense of gratitude towards all that was done. I guess, it makes you understand people faced lots of uncertainties and adversaries and yet they made it somehow work and that in all the drama, a lot of people were trying to put their best foot forward.

Basically, it's a history lesson and therefore it is quite satisfying to watch.

Update: I am told the documentary does not cover all the prominent figures of the period. If that is the intention or that is the impression the film is trying to have on the audience, then it would have been a lot more better if the film was not suffering from this shortcoming.