Last night my wife and I watched an Indian picture you may or may not have heard of, My Name Is Khan. It’s about Muslim man with Asberger’s Syndrome, born in India, living in the U. S., and how he is affected by the events of 9/11. Like many Indian pictures it is long and full of twists and turns. It presents, shall we say, a different point of view.
I suspect it might prove controversial to many in the U. S. for its fictive account of American reactions to 9/11. It’s a movie, not a documentary, and I think it’s probably a realistic depiction of how many Muslims felt after 9/11 if not what actually happened here.
My wife and I enjoyed the picture and I recommend it highly. I wept through about two-thirds of the picture. Streamable via Netflix.
