Let The Good Times Roll

Let us hope they are good times

I have two memories of the beginnings of the Revolution in 1978. They are black-and-white television images of scenes like this, and this song by The Cars which my exasperated older sister played over and over and over and over again at my demand. Lo and behold, the opening of Maryam, Hollywood’s one and only attempt to portray an Iranian-American famil…