A Personal Experience of Representation - The Intersection of Armenian Culture & Epilepsy
I am an Armenian who has a mild form of epilepsy. I rarely see Armenian culture and epilepsy properly portrayed in film or TV. I delve into the how and why.

Katharina beats more badly with budget releases and the care of nine-year-old Georg. Konrad knows her from earlier when she was still driving a taxi and she regularly took him and his sick wife to the hospital. Now Konrad's wife is dead and Katharina was abandoned by her husband. When Katharina and Konrad meet again by chance, both feel very attracted to each other and their love happiness is nothing in the way except Konrad's looming blindness. Since they can not raise the money for the operation, offers Katharina's protege Georg as a kidnap victim.
I am an Armenian who has a mild form of epilepsy. I rarely see Armenian culture and epilepsy properly portrayed in film or TV. I delve into the how and why.
An excellent exploration of taking a joke too far.
“And I think to myself….what a wonderful world”. Louis Armstrong sang about this notion via his classic 1967 song, an ode to witnessing elements of our life that should be but some reminders of exactly what that concluding line of each verse indicates. Now we see our contemporary realities and, just being honest, it makes a sentiment like this seem SO overtly far away….perhaps even impossible….to accept or believe could be. It sounds harsh, but again, so much of what is occurring speaks not to beauty, but bedlam.
This little Netflix film was very inspirational. It passes the Bechdel test, and features a different worldview with rural Indian representation.
It’s the most loving tribute to cinema and to Ingmar Bergman, set in world that feels so habitable that I felt like only re-watching this for eternity, because of how inviting it looks and feels.