The Kite Runner is proof that A-list stars and a big budget can’t compete with good old-fashioned storytelling.
Working from Khaled Hosseini’s popular novel and employing a cast of virtual unknowns, director Marc Forster has created a vibrant and emotional film about friends, family, honour, and redemption.
Afghan-born Amir (Khalid Abdalla) is a successful writer living in America with a loving wife – he’s celebrating the publication of his latest novel when an old acquaintance calls him from his native country asking him to return, and intoning, “There is a way to be good again.”

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“I’ll tell it to the hot, I’ll tell it to the cold, I’ll tell it to the young, I’ll tell it to the old, I don’t want no laughin’, I don’t want no cryin’, and most of all, no signifyin’. Achtt! This is Petey Greene’s Washington.” 



