“Perhaps the universal language to which the title refers is neither Farsi nor French, but the acts of attentiveness and care we are clearly capable of showing one another, yet rarely afford to those we consider strangers.”
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Hyperallergic
In one truly resplendent moment of “Universal Language” – a film transforming Winnipeg into an Iranian hamlet – glazed donuts mingle with brass samovars and beaded tablecloths at a candlelit Tim Horton’s.
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