It's been six-and-a-half years since Amina and Sarah Said were gunned down in their father's taxi cab outside an Irving hotel. Yaser Said, the girls' father and prime suspect in their murders, has been on the run ever since.
The net may finally be tightening around him, though. In addition to increased FBI attention, Yaser is the subject of a new documentary The Price of Honor, which premieres at Lakewood Theater on September 7.
Directed by Neena Nejad and Xoel Pamos, the documentary explores the idea that Yaser murdered his daughters in a so-called "honor killing." It also examines the theory that he could be hiding out in the U.S., not his native Egypt.
Citing the ongoing investigation, Irving Police have refused repeated requests to release even a basic police report on the Said sisters' deaths. So Nejad and Pamos took matters into their own hands and conducted a private investigation over the course of three years.
They interviewed the girls' relatives and known associates of Yaser. Nejad and Pamos uncovered evidence that Yaser may have committed another murder in Egypt and that he sexually abused his daughters.
"As we got into this, we realized there was so much more to the story than the media knew or the FBI knew," Nejad says.
Tickets are $12 for general admission and $25 for VIP. Both tickets include access to a Q&A after the screening.
Michaela Coel and Ian McKellen in The Christophers.
Director Steven Soderbergh is one of those filmmakers who — aside from the Ocean’s series — never seems to make the same kind of movie twice. He is somehow able to adapt his abilities to all sorts of different stories, making each of them as compelling as any other. His latest masterclass is in the London-set film, The Christophers.
Lori Butler (Michaela Coel), who restores art for a living, is approached by brother and sister Sallie and Barnaby Sklar (Jessica Gunning and James Corden) with a scheme. They want her to become the new assistant for their aging father, Julian (Ian McKellen), a famous artist known for a series called “The Christophers,” in order to gain access to unfinished paintings from the series and complete them herself.
Lori accepts the deal despite having some uneasy feelings about Julian, with whom she had a bad interaction years ago. Julian is just as wary, both because he knows of his children’s interest in the unfinished works, and because he would prefer to be left in peace. Although the trepidation on both sides continues for the bulk of the story, a grudging respect arises between two artists who know skill when they see it.
Directed by Soderbergh and written by Ed Solomon, who last collaborated on No Sudden Move, the film is astonishing in its ability to be compelling with such a small story. Much of the film is spent inside Julian’s multi-story home as Julian and Lori have low-level confrontations about a variety of things, including the meaning of his art, her abilities, the fate of the remaining “Christophers,” and more. Each conversation brings out more detail about their worldviews and their thoughts about their lot in life.
Much of the success of the film lies in the performances of McKellen and Coel. The 86-year-old McKellen has not lost his ability to astonish with the spoken word, and the monologues he delivers are engrossing even when they’re about mundane things. Coel, best known for the 2020 HBO show I May Destroy You, is a great foil for McKellen, never backing down from his challenges and giving her own unique takes on her lines.
While the film can be enjoyable for non-art lovers, those who appreciate the vagaries of the art world will have a lot to chew on. Soderbergh and Solomon debate a lot of aspects of art, including whether it’s possible to separate the art from the person making it, why some art is valued more than others, the ethics of forgery, and more. Because the film is about a fictional artist, it gives the filmmakers a bit more freedom in their criticisms.
Aside from McKellen and Coel, Gunning (Baby Reindeer) and Corden are the only other two people who get significant screen time in the film. Both of them are, let’s say, acquired tastes, and each gives an elevated performance that matches the energy of their respective characters. Tilly Botsford makes a nice impression in a small role as Julian’s masseuse.
Soderbergh’s last three films — Presence, Black Bag, and now The Christophers — have nothing in common other than the expert filmmaker helming all of them. When you can make a ghost story, a spy film, and a small film about artists equally interesting, you know you’re doing something right.
