You can talk about Holocaust denial, but it's really marginal for the most part. What is compelling about the Armenian genocide, is how it has been forgotten.
My parents taught me to believe that through the creative act, we're able to transcend and give a response to desecration.
The whole film is about people being convinced that they can reduce themselves to their archetypes.
The father's greatest folly is that he believes he can be a much more simple person than he is; he is not really able to deal with his own complexity as a human being.
There is a certain moment in the film when the son is in the nursing home and he goes to the television and turns it off because he sees himself in the image.