I caught Persepolis yesterday and it found a nice place in my heart. But this will not be about the beauty of the shadow theater-y animation or about how the organizers crumbled under the pressure by the Iranian government by pulling the film from the Bangkok International Film Festival. No, sir. No, ma'am.
Instead, I'm making the simple declaration that in the right time, under the right circumstances, I think I would have really like to have dated the young Marjane Satrapi. I think that, to a certain degree, any woman with Iron Maiden in her heart could easily have mine.