Youness, an ageing taxi driver, takes a young woman to hospital at the end of his working day, not knowing what awaits him there.
I wanted to make a film about people who help others without knowing them and whose anonymity remains once help has been rendered; an anonymity which also exists for the cinema audience. Such a dimension is built on a minimum of dialogue, as speech is often a source of misunderstanding. Saint- Exupéry feared war, but for me it’s my society’s moral crisis I fear the most. If Night Flight‘s pilot ever became a taxi driver in Tehran’s megapolis, would he be able to remain silent confronted by all the slings and arrows of an exasperated society? Would he be able to take a pretty little flower to his world of solitude?
