"...out of gloom and darkness, the eyes of the blind will see." -- Isaiah 29:18

From time to time, a film will end in a way so unexpected and so significant that it profoundly influences its audience's reaction to everything that has come before. In most films, this is achieved by a twist -- letting the audience members in on a secret they could not have known beforehand. But in a few rare and wonderful cases, the revelation is not a "cheat" or "twist; it is a transformation -- a capstone placed on the film that fits so perfectly and wonderfully that is would have been impossible to predict; a moment that is not so much illogical as it is supralogical.

For me, the single most perfect example of such a transformational moment occurs in the last fifteen seconds of Majid Majidi's extraordinary film: The Color of Paradise (Rang-e Khoda). Without those few, all-important final frames, the film is a superbly-made, wrenching story of a young blind boy and his father, battling to survive in the midst of harsh and painful circumstance -- worthwhile for a number of artistic reasons, but not a particularly rare cinematic specimen. With those last few seconds, however, Majidi's work becomes something else altogether: a devastating yet deeply hopeful story of a father's struggles against selfishness, and of a young boy's relentless, all-consuming search for the love and understanding that can only be found in God Himself.

In the city of Tehran, the blind boy Mohammad awaits the arrival of his father, Hashem, a widowed coal worker who makes his home in the harsh, beautiful hills of Northern Iran. As the hours pass with no sign of Hashem's arrival, Mohammad amuses himself by exploring the gardens around the school. His innocent, joyful interactions with the plants and animals around him reveal the young boy to be more sensitive and aware of his natural surroundings than many a sighted person. When his father finally appears at the school gates, Mohammad's blindness shields him from the painful fact that Hashem is deeply and bitterly ashamed of his son's handicap. After an unsuccessful attempt to persuade the school's headmaster to accept his son as a full-time resident, the resentful father departs for home with Mohammad by his side.

In the weeks following Mohammad's return, he continually amazes those around him with his kindness, gentleness, and joy. Yet to his father, Mohammad is nothing but a burden -- a constant reminder of the many sufferings that have besieged him since his wife's untimely passing. Fearing that his son's blindness disgraces him in the eyes of his fellow villagers, Hashem resolves to take Mohammad away, apprenticing him to a blind carpenter who lives many miles from the village.

Struggling to understand his father's rejection, Mohammad pours out his soul to the sympathetic carpenter, recounting his life-long desire to come face-to-face with God. Revealing a spirit far gentler and suffering far deeper than his youth would suggest, the young boy brokenly recounts how his every waking moment is driven by the need to be joined with God -- to share his deepest secrets, hopes, and fears with Him: 

Our teacher says that God loves the blind more because they can't see, but I told him if it were so, He would not make us blind so that we can't see Him. He answered: "God is not visible. He is everywhere. You can feel Him. You see Him through your fingertips." Now I reach out everywhere for God, searching till the day my hands touch Him and tell him everything, even all the secrets in my heart.