Like jasmine petals, fluttering down

I finally got around to watching Persepolis, which was a minor miracle, considering that Netflix shipped it to me in late November.

The graphic novels, which I read a few years ago, are definitely better. But the film was good too: even onscreen, Marjane Satrapi's memoir about growing up in a changing Iran remains a poignant coming-of-age tale for expatriates everywhere.

The film is also proof that there are many instances where animation can convey quiet but powerful scenes in ways that frames in a comic book can't.