Unfinished Stories, Our Time.. and sourcing life along the journey

These were the last two that we saw of the Film Fest. My imagination has been bruised for a bit, by the implications pu on stage; Unfinished stories placed in Tehran, and Our Time in India.. that age old story of the exploitation of vulnerability. I disagree with the inability to carve a sense of spiritedness from it all, though. Somehow, theres always that. Samina thinks so. And so does Khalida. And perhaps, at some point, even Salma will see the light. Im not so sure about Zahida though... Theres some concern for sanity there.