Mania Akbari's excellent film is a montage of 7 stories, each taking on a single aspect of a couple's relationship. Each segment is done in a single take and, it seemed at some places, with some improvisation. I have to mention segment #3: The two actors on a motorbike, carrying a small child in between them, riding across the busy city - imagine that in Tehran - doing one of the most intense stories in the film. I have not seen a more daring scene shot on film. And that is one fucking good cinematographer. You may have seen Akbari in Kiarostami's Ten; she is the driver. 20 Fingers is banned in Iran and has been riling up people - mostly men. Mostly Iranian men. Mostly Iranian men who are in denial. The same kind of men who denies having gays in Iran with 'there is no such thing.' All you have to do is read the first couple of paragraphs of this article to understand what Akbari has been going through since the film came out.
Reminded of Cassavetes from watching the film, the interviewer asked Akbari if she had seen his work; Akbari had no idea who he was. The rest of the interview is typical because the interviewer's boring questions ruined it. Ask some filmmaking questions, dammit! 'Did you have brothers and sisters?' You don't ask that question when you have a few minutes with someone.
Eh. Whatever. Great film!