The most talked about film in recent months, at least among film people, is the Iranian film A Separation. It won the Golden Globe for Best Foreign Film and is a shoo-in for the Oscar. It is apparently so good that even The New Yorker's Anthony Lane liked it. I say apparently because I haven't seen it. I live in Broward, the county opposed to foreign films.
At some point we will drive down to Little Havana and see A Separation at the Tower Theater on Calle Ocho. We'll go to an Hispanic neighborhood to see an Iranian film.
On rare occasions we can catch a foreign film without leaving the county: out on Pine Island, or at the Classic Gateway (despite the fact that the theater's new name is reflective of its age, not the types of films it shows). The delightful Cinema Paradiso, just blocks from our condo, does show foreign films, but lately of a less serious nature. This weekend, for instance, instead of A Separation it is showing the Italian film Immaturi, which pretty much says it all.
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