Lipstick Jihad

A mechanic in Iran becomes convinced that a man he's crossed paths with is the blindfolded interrogator who once tortured him in prison — and enlists other former detainees to help him confirm it, with escalating and morally uncertain consequences.

Why it’s here: Punk in the literal sense that its own existence defies a state filmmaking ban — Panahi shot this clandestinely after his own imprisonment, and it's his most direct attack yet on Iran's security apparatus. Pedagogical in refusing easy catharsis: revenge here is morally murky, and the film makes you sit with that uncertainty rather than cheering a clean reckoning.

Animated adaptation of Satrapi's own graphic memoir — a girl coming of age in Tehran during and after the 1979 revolution, then in exile, then back home as an adult reckoning with who she's become.

Why it’s here: Satrapi adapted her own story, so nothing here is secondhand. Punk in the plainest sense: the Iranian government denounced it, and she made it anyway. Pedagogical in that it teaches a kid what authoritarianism actually feels like to live through — not the textbook timeline, the daily compromises.