Persepolis is a small landmark in feature animation. Not because of technical innovation — though it has a handcrafted charm forgotten in the era of CGI-’toon juggernauts — but because it translates an introspective, true-to-life, “adult” comic story into moving pictures. With the aid of French comic book artist Vincent Paronnaud, Marjane Satrapi has turned her four autobiographical Persepolis volumes into 95 minutes of screen time. We first meet little Marjane (voiced by Gabrielle Lopes) in 1978. She’s the mouthy only child of a progressive Tehran family anxiously watching their Shah’s repressive government give way to the Ayatollah’s far worse fundamentalist revolution. The state of the nation steadily deteriorates, so Marjane’s parents send their now-adolescent daughter (voiced by Chiara Mastroianni) into exile at a Viennese lycée Français. Once Marjane is displaced from the culture that had nourished her, her focus turns inward — she’s victimized by boys and by her alien pubescent body, and starts freely sampling subcultures in an attempt to re-establish her sense of self. The film’s latter chapters bring her home, where the strictures of Islamic law have pulled even tighter. The accessibility of Satrapi’s firsthand address — how she refits epic national tragedy to an identifiably personal scale — has made Persepolis college curriculum. Responding to the movie's receipt of the Jury Prize at Cannes, an Iranian cultural foundation accused it of presenting “an unrealistic face of the achievements and results of the glorious Islamic Revolution.” (The Landmark; Music Hall; Monica 4-Plex; Town Center 5)

—Nick Pinkerton

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