Are Advent Calendars the Answer?

I was searching for the answer on my phone and clicked on a Studio Ghibli advent calendar. I got one of these for my students last year, and they loved it.

I descended into the advent calendar rabbit hole – chocolates, gummies, ornaments, squishy things, space ships, fishing lures, beers, wines, spirits and cheese – and settled on the Lego, Mochu things, toy spaceships and cheese.

The Lego calendar never arrived because I forgot to submit my data. The Mochu Squishy things was a success. The cheese too, thank god there was only 12 days!

And then there was the The United States Space Exploration 68th Anniversary Advent Calendar sold by forlovegifts.com for $70.98. (Ad on left, and what I got on right.)

I demanded a refund, was offered 50% and accepted that. All of which goes to show advent calendars are not the answer. Or maybe…

24 drawers of Dior gifts for only $8,200? Old and rare whiskeys for just $14,999!? Let’s go!!

The Wisdom of Jafar Panahi

I attended a screening of Jafar Panahi’s latest film It Was Just an Accident at the Jacob Burns Film Center after which the director offered his thoughts on filmmaking and life. The experience has left me in absolute awe.

Mr. Panahi has directed eleven films over a span 30 years, a remarkable career not just for his masterfully inspiring work but also as he’s worked under an oppressive Iranian regime which has repeatedly interrogated and jailed him and then banned him from filmmaking for the past 20 years. And what did he do over these years? Made films.

Jafar Panahi, while banned from making films, made his film Taxi Tehran, telling the stories of an array of Iranians as he drove them in his cab.

It Was Just an Accident asks the question: “What we would do if we were able to capture our torturer. Would we berate them? Torture them? Kill them? Bury them alive? Let them go free?” It is a punishingly raw story, dotted with humor and revelation.

As in almost all Panahi films, a little girl speaks loud and true in It Was Just an Accident

Mr. Panahi’s humility is astonishing. He praises the people for sharing their stories and his actors for their bravery, claiming that he does little beyond frame the work. When asked why he does not leave Iran, he simply states that it is his home.

His strongest opinion is perhaps that there are two kinds of filmmakers: those who make films for the audience and money – some 95% – and those who tell their own stories and make the audience come to them. They’re now coming to Mr. Panahi; the Oscar extravaganza awaits. And little will he care. I just hope that he is treated properly when he returns home, and the threats abate.