Bearded geek. Half-Arab, Half-English. Film-maker and writer, trapped in the rat race. Send help. And rum.
Smarter people than me will have dissected the symbolism of this and the unique frame of reference that comes with a horror film set in Iran. All I can say is that I loved this and then ramble about some personal stuff that's mostly irrelevant.
I loved this.
I grew up in 1990's Jordan (and, much later, Palestine) where belief in the Djinn was pretty widespread. I remember jumping over the first tile in the bathroom because that's where some…