You people just don't get it. I find so delightful the truthness in this antiglamorous London, the true London outside tourism. The London for those who doesn't have any penny.
Shahab Hosseini is the spirit of inmigration. Something remains hidden in his life, something that he wants to get away. He wants to join in another country and culture, but the city is so alienating, so the sensation of loneliness gets almost every frame. The atmosphere in this film is so well done, the tone really put us in the mood of the main carachter. Some people says that reminds them to Jean-Pierre Melville. I wouldn't go that far, but yes, is a sober and moody atmosphere for a moody world.
Shahab Hosseini is just perfect. I recently watched a pair of films with awful actors and i tell you it's so hard what he does, hiding under Gholam's skin, just he's not acting. It's very subtle and I love it. It really brings me honestly to a part of the world that in fact exists.
Maybe the story it isn't the more banging you'll see, but can keep your attention if you are a bit patient. A beatiful slice of true cinema. If you find it boring, just try to find some popcorn spectacle, something outside reality or, if not, snobbish art-house films.
