And then the insurance salesman summons up all his confidence, takes a sip from his glass, and is about to kiss the femme fatale Elham—with her dead sheep eyes—saying, ‘I’ll personally make sure you lose your job as a weaver.’ But the idyll will taste like nothing to her, so debased will her torrid melodrama become, with her excessive hypocrisy and the necessary sentimentality of the plot for the events that will follow. The film begins in extremis, with Shokri confessing to Murad how he screwed up when he arrived to renew the insurance policies for two cars belonging to the rich husband …
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