A mute blanket of fear and dispair cloaks a family who face eviction from their family home. Poetic beauty in the everyday and a film that does not fear silence and empty space. I saw Port of Memory as part of Tate Film Mapping Subjectivity: Experimentation in Arab Cinema From the 1960s to Now and have been inspired to remain true to my love for economic use of imagery...i've been wavering lately.
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