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The Palme d’Or went to compatriot Jafar Panahi, but Roustaee’s feature won praise as did the performance of its star Parinaz Izadyar.


She plays Mahnaz, widowed mother of two in her 40s and hardworking nurse, who rises to the challenge of a series of devastating personal tragedies.

“She finds herself almost in quick sands… but instead of retiring into mourning, she becomes an agent for change and improvement, not just for herself, but also for a younger generation around her,” Roustaee told the Deadline Studio.

“Since I was small, I was surrounded by women like Mahnaz, family members, friends, relatives. She is composed of all these women,” he added.

Izadyar is joined in the cast by Payman Maadi (A Separation), Fereshteh Sadre Orafaiy (The Circle) Soha Niasti (The Two Lives of Sepideh) and and big screen debutant Sinan Mohebi, in the role of Mahnaz’s unruly teenage son. 

Mother and Child is produced by Iranian film company Iris Film. Paris-based Goodfellas is handling international sales. The film is scheduled to be released nationwide in Iran in July. 

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