Nima Fakhrara

An old man walks into a barbershop and begins telling the story of his life to the man cutting his hair — unaware the barber is his son. As his early dementia sets in, memory and identity begin to blur. Shot in real time with quiet restraint, the film is a meditation on fatherhood, aging, and the unspoken spaces we create to hold on to those we love.

An old man walks into a barbershop and begins telling the story of his life to the man cutting his hair — unaware the barber is his son. As his early dementia sets in, memory and identity begin to blur. Shot in real time with quiet restraint, the film is a meditation on fatherhood, aging, and the unspoken spaces we create to hold on to those we love.