Chicken with Plums

In the hushed streets of 1950s Tehran, the city’s cultural heartbeat is measured by the melancholy strains of a celebrated violinist. The film paints a world where tradition and modernity brush against each other, and every narrow alley seems to echo with unseen histories. A languid, amber‑toned palette drenches the city in a nostalgic glow, while the quiet rustle of prayer beads and the clatter of bustling bazaars create a soundtrack that feels both intimate and timeless.

Nasser Ali Khan is a virtuoso whose reputation has turned his name into a whispered legend among Tehran’s artistic circles. His life has long been defined by the intimate dialogue he shares with his treasured violin, an instrument that has carried his triumphs, sorrows, and the love that fuels his music. When that cherished companion is suddenly rendered unusable, his world tilts, and he retreats into a fragile sanctuary of his own making, confronting the void that once resonated with melody.

Within this fragile state, the presence of Azraël, the Angel of Death, drifts like a wisp of incense, offering a surreal counterpoint to Nasser’s yearning for redemption and purpose. Meanwhile, memories of a past love—Irane—surface as fleeting sketches of a time when his music first learned to breathe with feeling, hinting at a romance that once promised both artistic awakening and personal fulfillment. The supportive yet conflicted figure of Faranguisse, his devoted partner, lingers in the background, embodying the delicate balance between devotion and yearning that defines their shared existence.

The film unfolds as a lyrical meditation on loss, longing, and the thin line between life’s fleeting joys and its inevitable shadows. Its tone is simultaneously tender and haunting, inviting the audience to sit with Nasser as he navigates the echoing corridors of memory, spirituality, and the relentless pursuit of a melody that may yet resurrect his spirit. The promise of what lies beyond his silent bedside lingers, leaving viewers poised between melancholy reflection and the quiet hope that music, even when broken, can find its way home.

Last Updated: August 10, 2025 at 07:03