Shab-e Quzi (in Persian: شب قوزی; literally: Night of the Hunchback) is a 1965 Iranian film comedy film directed and produced by Farrokh Ghaffari. The film script was based on a story from One Thousand and One Nights, but arranged for modern city life in Tehran. This was Ghaffari's third film after Jonub-e Shahr (The South of the City) and Arous Kodumeh? (Which One is Bride) which both didn't have a good grossing. Jalal Moghaddam (another intellectual film director) and George Lichensky (an Iranian-Assyrian cinematographer) encouraged Ghaffari to make this film. At first the story was set in the medieval times as in the ancient stories of One Thousand and One Nights occurred. However, the censorship office forced Ghaffari to turn the story of the film to a modern setting.
Asghar Ghuzi (The Hunchback) is a member of a Persian traditional comedy troupe who perform in theatres or rich people’s houses. One night after the end of a private performance at the residence of a wealthy couple, the landlady (the hostess) gives Asghar a piece of paper, on which is a list of smugglers, to deliver to someone. Asghar goes to the suburbs of the city to have dinner with his friends, but accidentally dies when one of his friends tries to put some food in his mouth by force. His friends, shocked by his sudden death, get rid of his corpse by dumping it next to a barbershop. The owners of the barbershop, who are smugglers and intend to go on a trip, put Asghar's body in the yard of a house where there happens to be a wedding reception. Yet, when they leave the shop, they are suspected by the police. The bride's father finds the dead body and takes it out of town. The hostess is informed of Asghar’s death and goes after a drunken man who found the list of names in Asghar’s pocket by chance. They are tailed and found in a bakery. The police arrive and arrest the woman, the man, and his collaborators.
A key in the door, a step on the floor,
A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies
it's under my bed, it's never been read
it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more from me?
Was it something I said, or was it something you read
That's making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear
And what if I could - would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents of
You're so nineteen-ninety
And it's nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me