I am a granny with a green cardigan. I am walking towards my garden beyond the white French doors of my house. The walls are so white, the light is so gentle. Everything feels so pristine, so clean. I take a sit in the rattan chair in the garden where birds are chirping, and take a long lasting look at the woods beyond.
Because of Majid Majidi's The Willow Tree, I have come to the conclusion that that place is in France. Where thick woods still exist.
I liked The Willow Tree. It's most definitely one of the best films made about blindness, to date.
