Reading Lolita in Tehran

An israeli director making a film about Iran already tells whatever is needed to say. Absolutely ridiculous and pathetic to say the very least. This is an insult to human intelligence really, do these guys think we're all sleeping here?! Hahah like an american making a movie about russia.....yeah, NOPE! It doesn't work like that. Golshifteh also a total sellout clearly, these people have no dignity whatsoever. EMBARRASSING.

Only a woman who has lived in Iran and felt every moment of this film with her whole being can truly understand its real value someone who has endured the pain can describe it It may not captivate the global audience but every scene is one we have lived Pain in Persian language reads the same from every side it is still pain.

A literature teacher returns to Iran after the revolution in 1979 and with her own eyes, which get wetter and wetter as the film goes on, sees the changes that happen in her beautiful country and how women suffer injustice, violence, and some of them are violently raped and executed. It looks unbearable but she stays and even continues to teach this banned Western literature in secret. Her story is heartbreaking, and with her eyes we see other stories and broken lives; but what is even more important is that maybe, hopefully, in the future the people of Iran will be able to watch this. As part of their history. As part of their troubled past.

This is not an easy watch, and the documentary style opening anchors it firmly in reality. We are very much in Iran in the late 70s, but we could equally be anywhere else where oppression exists -- where a new beginning turned into a living nightmare.

Azar Nafisi, confidently returning from America, experiences the grim reality of Iran in the 80s. Exuberant and self-assured, her behaviour couldn't be further from what's expected of her as an educator and a woman.

Lead actress Golshifteh Farahani has the gravitas and leadership required for the role, but also the levity and mischief that fuels Azar's acts of resistance. She creates an alchemy with the superbly matched ensemble cast, translating the political dynamics into painfully accessible human relationships.

"There's a lot on the line for me", says a visibly tortured security guard to a non-compliant Azar, putting the responsibility on HER to save HIS skin. That scene really drove home the grotesque unfairness debilitating both sides.

As the film progresses, you feel it viscerally: sickened and squirming, eyes brimming with tears, then warmth and joy spilling into your belly. What really shows the brutality of the regime is not even the dramatic scenes of obvious shock value. It is the small everyday moments that constantly grate on dignity and liberty, until the only choice left is to leave.

And equally, it is the small everyday moments of defiance and connection that make you revel in joy and resistance. As the real life Azar Nafisi says in her book, these women "never had a private corner", and it is in her living room, in each other's company, that they experience privacy and individuality.

The film asks a lot of you, but the aftertaste that remains is not of oppression or tragedy. It's one of defiant joy, unquenchable hope, a love for Iran, and the safe haven of connection.

From what I've read here, some may see it as exaggerated or one-sided, especially those who lived through the same time period and came away with different memories or interpretations. But "Reading Lolita in Tehran" isn't trying to offer a comprehensive history of post-revolutionary Iran. It's telling a very specific story, one rooted in the inner lives of women navigating a system that sought to control not only their actions, but their thoughts.

To me, what makes the film truly moving is how these discussions become a lifeline, sort of a rare space where they can finally be themselves, even if only briefly. The idea that some of them couldn't even feel safe being authentic inside their own homes is heartbreaking.

The film quietly captures the suffocation of life under authoritarian patriarchy, the struggle to imagine a future as a woman, the daily negotiations between visibility and safety, and the simmering anger that many men (and the regime itself) seem to harbor toward both women and the West. Yet rather than dramatize these themes, the film presents them with restraint, which makes them feel all the more real and disturbing.

The movie it's not flashy, but it's honest. For anyone interested in the emotional and psychological cost of life under repression, especially from the perspective of women, this film is well worth watching. It's quietly radical, emotionally honest, and deserves more attention than it has received.