Saturday, January 30, 2010

Unrelated


Unrelated (2007)
Directed by Joanna Hog

Unrelated is a movie I happened to watch yesterday and cant help but write about it.My interest in the movie is due to the issue it highlights through the protagonist Anna (katherine Worth). From the very beginning of the movie, we find Anna, somewhat distruaght, dragging her luggage across the dusty roads. When she arrives quite late in the night to a Tuscan villa without her husband Alex, to spend a vacation with her old friend Verena and her family,her discomfort is still not over.
Her demeanour, hesitance completely makes us feel that she feels completely out of place, however is almost hell bent to make the most out of this vacation. Her converstaions, with her husband up on the hills where she could locate network, shows cracks in her marital life. However Anna soon finds herself drawn towards the younger members of the family-Verena's children and Oakley- son of Verena's family friend, who are also holidaying with them.
This is where the movie starts getting interesting. An undercurrent of sexual tension starts building uo between Oakley's irreverence and Anna's silent pleas. Amidst the warm and sunny Italian countryside, beneath the hazy skies, Anna increasingly wants to spend more time with the boozing, boisterous, grass-smoking teenagers. And it seems 40 something Anna eagerly looks forward to Oakley's easy charm and smug confidence for fresh holiday air she is yeraning for. However Anna's behaviors are not unnoticed. At 40 and also being an old friend, she is supposed to behave in a particular protocol and that is definitely not getting into the children's car, drives and expeditions with them, boozing and dancing away. Verena soon suspects something wrong. This is where Joanna scores highly. All such pangs of suspect, tensions, doubts are shown in silent facial expressions. However it seems Anna is desperate to find meaning for the life and that lies in her acceptance by the teen-age group. A car accident, which enrages Oakley's father, so much as to shout at his on, somehow threatens to push away the possibility. A frantic Anna finds herself belonging to nowhere. One brilliant shot signifying that is a walk by all for a lunch at a local friend's place. We find all the characters moving across in groups, Anna being the only single, alone trudging behind.
Almost in the last 15 minutes of the movie, we get to understand Anna better. In fact the last 15 minutes come as a shock to us.
Anna has just entered her menopause-a truth she finds difficult and almost impossible to reconcile with. She is childless and thus almost loses herself to the grief of losing her womanhood. Anna's angush becomes clear. Plea of acceptance into the teenagers' group was a sublimation Anna was looking for to denounce her biological truth. Her sexual underpangs are still not over and she cannot accept her meopause. It seems her body has betrayed her and she tries to gain back her existence through the subdued yet cleverly timed advances by Oakley. Hence she never protests Oakley's undue intrusion and curiosity in her sexual life. At one point, her self-pampering by buying designer lingerie for herself, or coming out naked from teh swimming pool all hint at the insinuating sexual attraction she suffers towards Oakley. Her melancholy is due to her self-awareness of the futility of the whole game.
Menopause is indeed the most difficult time for a woman. It becomes all the more difficult, due to social expectations from the women. It is expected that the journey from one phase to another, would be smooth enough. The sexual desires would immediately be replaced by more matured revelations regarding life. Anna however is still not ready. The world of adults is meaningless, dull and hopeless for her. We are seeing the movie through her. Hence an adult congreggation discussing over the pride of a family possession-a seater used once by Mussolini occurs to us as shallow, pompous and menaingless as it is to Anna. In the end, it seems Anna transcends the distance from one phase to another. Thus we find, the always eager to please Anna, who never expressed disgust at the stubborn insensitivity of the roudy teen-agers throughout the night, gathers herself up asking them to lower the volume of their conversation. The movie ends with Anna finally reconciling with her husband on her way back to London, now much poised and comfortable with herself.
Hog has handled the movie in an excellent manner and never for one moment it seems like a story of middle-age hang-ups. rather it becomes an intriguing story of a damaged woman caught in the most troubled quagmires of her life.

A must watch, if you still have not wtached the movie.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Remains of the day-Self denial for Dignity of Service


Remains of the DayProduced by James Ivory (1993)
Directed by Ismail Merchant
Written by Ruth Prawar Javbhala

I happened to watch this movie based on the 1989 booker-prize winning novel of the same name by Japanese-British author Kazuo Ishiguro. Remains of the Day is a period drama set in 1930's Britain starring Sir Anthony Hopkins and Emma Thompson.

The story reveals in flashbacks rolling out in form the reminiscences of the butler James Stevens (Anthony Hopkins) of Darlington Hall, an old British mansion, now acquired in a bid by a retired American Congressmen viz. Mr. Lewis. James Stevens has been serving Darlington hall for the past 30 years, since the time of Lord Darlington, to whom James was completely devoted in service. The movie opens with James receiving a letter from a former employee of the Darlington Hall, the ex-housekeeper Miss kenton, Now Mrs Benn. Mrs. Benn hints at her failing marriage, which she had preserved for the last 20 years and now expresses her desire to find a job back at Darlington Hall. Seeking permission of his present master, we find James setting out in a Bentley for a rendezvous with Miss Kenton at Oxfordshire and slowly the stories of past unfold.
James played out with impeccable skill by Sir Hopkins, is an English Butler, beleiving in complete subservience to his master, perfection of duty and dignity of service. It seems Stevens' entire existence is dependent of his servitude to Lord Darlington, a British aristrocrat in 1930s England. Darlington Hall is managed deftly by Stevens, who maintains a keen eye serving the guests, making sure the china-crockery and the silver-cutleries all glistening bright, the activities throughout the mansion are timely, punctual and everything are in perfect order, controlling the hierarchy of service, however with complete detachment and disaffection towards his own emotions. It seems for Stevens' "dignity of service" is entrenched in the belief of repression of personal feelings and opinions. Stevens here almost appears as the worn out gasps of British Imperialism. Stevens represents the belief of forgoing personal fulfillment in the name of professional duty.On the contrary Miss Kenton (Emma Thomson) is more liberal and headstrong. She refuses to accept oreders unquestionably. In fact she is horrified to find Stevens employing his father as an under butler when he is almost in a worn-out health conditions. Stevens' self- denial intrigues her and even irritates her at times when she finds him absorbed in seeing to the comforts of the guests at a party in Darlington Hall, while his father lay dying. This unconditional surrender to duty, to serving his Lord, extreme loyalty defined Stevens' "being of himself". Therefore he refused to accep or reciprocate to Miss Kenton's feelings for him, lest his personal wills and fancies come in-between his duty. Hence we find him reacting to a hurt, sorrowful, rejected Miss Kenton by reminding her of some slip in duty. His reserve even brushes off the subtle raillery hurled at him by Miss Kenton questioning his complete agreement to his Lord's actions. His explanation is always, "His majesty knows the best". And through Stevens thus we get a notion of the era. Undoubtedly this movie is mostly a study of one man's self-imposed repression, but also a country still wrapped in tradition, where doing the noble thing didn't always coincide with what was the best thing. This is the time when England had to choose between gentlemanly complacency or bold interference, contenting themselves on the maintenance of a measured outward appearance, while inside the feelings are hard to keep swallowed down.
And slowly we come to face the overplot of the film, "the history". Lord Darlington, we find is one of those aristocrats with pro-German stance. Lord Darlington was brokering the policy of appeasement towards nazi Germany. And hence Darlington Hall along with Stevens sees many such peace-now conferences just before Munich. Lord Darlington, is one of those british novelties who wanted to stop war (seen as a ploy to save the estates and the remnants of feudal imperialsm in England). To the American Congressmen, Mr. Lewis who was a guest at one such party, such attempts were nauvice and he feels these policies to be dealth with Realpolitik "Professionals' rather than "honorable amateurs". This clearly sets the tone of the slow declining state of the Empire hedaing towards extinction. However our dutiful Stevens is a silent spectator to the happenings of history. In fact . influenced by the anti-semitic writing of Howard Stewart Chamberlain, when Lord Dalmousie dismissed the two Jewish girl-servants, Stevens merely carried out his order, instructing Miss Kenton to release the girls. Miss Kenton argues against such a decision since it concerns the security of the girls who might to deported to Germany. And again we find Stevens citing "I am not in a position to express opinions". Thus subtly Remains of the Day hints on the empire's class system, denying even the freedom of expression and questioning to the lower classes. The snobbery of the class system becomes more vivid in one of the most viscious scenes of the movie. Lord Darlington allows two of his friends to question Stevens about politics. Stevens curtly and true to his self (deft at suppressing his own opinions and emotions) replies " I am afraid Sir, that I would be unable to offer you any assistance in this matter (sorry.. i donot recall the exact dialogue)". The noblemen to their snug pride infers "universal suffrage to be a waste of time". They never consider lower or working classes to be capable of having any thoughts or opinions of their own.
The relentless, dutiful Stevens still continues with his loyalty to Lord Darlington who slowly realises the mistakes he has committed and finds the only support in Stevens who believes his master to have had the right intentions and is not a perpetrator of treason s painted by the media. In the meantime, Stevens does suffer a personal loss through the resignation of Miss Kenton, who leaves Darlington Hall, to marry and settle elsewhere. However he is too committed to allow him accept the fact. Lord Darlington dies a broken man facing many a humuliations and even alleged as a traitor for his sympathies towards Nazi Germans. And 20 years later we find Stevens, now setting up the Darlington Hall for Mr. Lewis.
Times have changed. Darlington Hall's banquet now has a table-tennis board, instead the chandeliers and guest tables. Though we still find the unduanted, dutiful Stevens. The shock comes, when we found, Stevens, now finding his loyalty to Lord Darlington embarrassing. Thus reveals the worn out remnants of Stevens' life. The person whose mere existence was defined by his "dignity of service" and "unconditional loyalty to his master" now suddenly finds both as embarrassments to be revealed (lest it is interpreted by the world as a pro-Nazzi stand). He goes to meet Miss Kenton (now Mrs Benn) with the hope of her rejoining him at duty in Darlington Hall. However Mrs. Benn has decied to carry on with her marriage, now that she knows her daughter is pregnant and to be with her. Stevens leaves, with a stoic face and a broken and bruised heart.Kenton cries, while Stevens, still unable to demonstrate any feeling, simply raises his hat.

The movie ends with Stevens resuming his duties back at Darlington Hall and pondering upon the last remains of his wrecked existence bereaved of any personal happiness, something he forcibly denied to himself. He now prepares for a fresh start.
However Stevens even at the evening of his self-castrated life, sets to free him from the burden of repression. This is symbolically represented by his efforts to free a pigeon trapped in the ceilings of the Darlington banquet hall. While, Stevens sets the pigeon for a flight of freedom far away from the Darlington Hall, i get a feeling about his resolve to gear up for a new tomorrow, ridding himself off the baggage of past silent and unconditional subservience.

Both Hopkins and Thomson are great and this is a must watch if you still havent watched the movie.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Taste of Cherry--Rediscovering Hope


Taste of Cherry
Directed by Abbas Kiarastomi

Finally almost 3 weeks after I had watched the movie, I can now gather some courage to write about it. And of course I would refrain writing about Kiarastomi's quasi-neoralist style, his minimalist approach, his different approach towards the narrative construct and so on. Much has been written about these. Moreover, i also lack the technical know-hows to write on these aspects.
Smitten by Iranian movies, i try to find the country and its culture whenever i watch the movies by any Iranian auteur. Majidi with his brilliant cinematography brings forth the Persian culture through love, kindness, true sentiments of the folks-people even amidst penury. Makhmalbaf presents Iran as a meshwork of entangled colorful threads, just need to be sorted and woven into the magical carpets. Samira's Iran is democratic in the spheres of knowledge. The schools force down "apples" in the palms of young girls encouraging them to embrace the happenings of the world around them, out of the claustrophobic confines of home. Ghobadi's Iran speaks of the stoic optimism of his Kurdish clan. Panahi's Iran hopes of indomitable spirit of the future Iranian women, undaunted by repression. Milani's Iran speaks of the oppression on women against their struggles of emancipation. However all of them speak in unison for immense hope and not of hopelessness.
I was therefore curious enough to find which Iran does Kiarastomi portray. And Taste of Cherry does take you through solving a jigsaw puzzle till you decode the soul of the movie.
We find Mr. Madi, an affluent Iranian (obvious from his driving an SUV) travelling through the busy streets up across the dusty hills. It seems he is looking for something or someone. The hoards of migrant laborers bickering for work in the streets, the garbage collector who struggles to make a living, all those who come in his way, are in complete contradiction to the socio-economic status which Mr. Badi's image displays. However we soon find that Mr. Badi is contemplating a suicide and he needs an accomplice. His plans are fully laid. He has found a ditch to go and lie in the night after a dosage of sleeping pills. The person whose help he is seeking needs to throw the earth on him. Of course he would pay him a handsome amount. No reason of Mr. Badi's suicide is cited. Still Kiarastomi manages to create a suspense with the viewers guessing about his success or failure. In fact, this is where I now comprehend fully that Kiarastomi is no different from his successive film auteurs, many of whom have assissted him. While Mr. Madi was frantically looking for an accomplice, and trying hard convincing them to carry on this macabre act, we all wait praying that he never gets one. We donot want him to commit suicide. Suicide is an end of hope, if not life. It just portrays extreme hopelessness. Much later in life, Kiarastomi's friend,(Mohsen Makhmalbaf in Kandahar) shows how a girl trudging miles across the risky terrains of Afghanistan to save her sister from commiting suicide, to carry to her the message of hope. Hopelessness shows decadence has set in the society. And Kiarastomi cannot allow that. Hence, the suicidal plan of a rich affluent man questions us when we see with him enroute, men living in abject poverty and yet refusing to be a part of a game-plan to end a life. Suicide of this man seems absurd and unreasonable, when we see images around him implying impoverished lifves, struggling yet aiming to live on.
The Kurdish soldier refuses and even flees lest he be coaxed into this act. An Afghan, working in a seminary too refuses citing the act to be against God's wishes. Finally a taxodermist Mr. Bagheri agrees to help him. Mr. Bagheri needs money for the treatment of his ailing child. However, it is through Mr. Bagheri, we find the "coda" of the movie. The plea of "hope". Mr. Bagheri tries to convince him against the act, not because it is a macabre act, neither because it is forbidden by God. His plea is to live on to rediscover life. He reminisces his own experience when, he had set on to commit suicide once.On "de moment", he chose to live after tasting mulberries. The soft succint mulberries melting in his mouth conveyed to him that life is much more than his apparent frustrations due to, may be indigence or a struggled mundane life. And this has been an eternal message from Iran always. Life and hope lies in the smallest treasures around you.You just need to have a better look around.In Majidi's "song of sparrows" a tired Karim found hope in the support of his family and his small son and not amidst the apparent treasures he scavenged from city and had started hoarding. The richness of life lies in "hope". And hope comes from love and sympathy. The first appeal by a person, urging him to live on, to gear up and look around and to find enough reasons to live, was a whisper of hope in Mr. Badi. Amidst the dusty mountains and the meandering overcrowded streets, the soul that he lost, seems to catch up with him.He rushes back to Mr. Bagheri asking him to check well, whether he would be dead by the end of the night. He might still be living, but sleeping due to the effect of the sleeping pills. This is a subtle hint of hope, to live on in Madi's mind. So far he was sure of his death due to the sleeping pills, there was no other possibility. He had asked to throw a small stone first to others to check any reply from him and in case of no reply, just pour in the soil and bury him. This is the first time we find him anxious about the fact that he might be just sleeping and unable to reply. In that case he does not want to be buried alive.
Well the movie also does not show whether he lives or dies. We find him getting into the ditch and then the next shot shows Kiarastomi with his crew amidst the same loactions.
This hilt brings you back to consciousness. The engagement that was built between you and Mr. Badi's fate is over. You are immediately distanced.
I however sigh a breath of relief and relax with the hope- "he is still alive and not dead"
Undoubtedly Kiarastomi is a maestro who makes you cling on to "hope" stronger than ever before.

Sara (darioush Mehruji)


Happened to catch hold of Sarah from Iran Culture house.
Well i will not write about the movie.
It is a perfect adaption of a norwegian play by henrik Ibsen viz. The Doll's House.

Only one thing i must mention that Sara can be extended to any geography.This is an eternal true story of women all around the globe.
Sara's (Nora's in Doll's House)moments of ecstasy in revealing before her friend about her pride in earning from her own work, is perenially hidden in playing the perfect spoilt wife her husband thinks her to be and is fond of. Sara's vulnerability, her desperate love for the husband, leading her to borrow money and even forge signatures, is shirked off by her husband, moment he realizes that her act can jeopardise his career.
The next moment the threat being over, he is once again the loving, indulging husband.
Sara's act of saving her husband undergoing dire consequences, her secret efforts of saving money, nights of needlework, all are denied in a jiffy as a "crazy, stupid act." Well these recations can be out of immediate frustration and agony and helplessness, that Sara's husband faces. However throghout the movie, Sara's resolve to keep the secret intact,not to reveal her act of extreme hardship before her husband lest she hurts his pride shows the constant loss of faith in the relationship Sara suffers from. In fact, in the evening of the party, when Sarah's husband appears to be still doting on her, she deduces that he is still unaware of the truth.Otherwise such act of kindness is unexpected from him.
There is one issue which comes up through this movie. Throughout the movie Sara is seen toiling hard after her house, cooking, caring for the child. However it is her needlework throughout the night which earns her money and makes her "feel like a man".This brings forth the eternal feminst dilemma of housework.
Niki Karemi as Sara is convincing. However at the ending her arguments sounded too preachy.
And this is exactly where i have a problem with the play as well as the movie. As long as playing the doll suited her, Nora and Sara both played their parts to the finesse. The affluence of their husbands suited their dispositions. However when faced with the wrath they soon decide the husbands to be loveless selfish monsters and leave. As alreday mentioned, they in their hearts had expected similar reaction. In fact that is why they had concealed facts from them, lest the inconvenience of truth spoils the comforts of marriage. And finally when the expected did happen, they decided to get rid of the husbands.
Such choice of convenience, i am afraid cannot and should not be a Feministic approach. And that is where Sara fails.

However this is solely my personal opinion.
You have every right to differ.

Pedar (Father)


Pedar
Directed by Majid Majidi

This is a movie which brings forth a different aspect of widow remarriage. Well I cite widow remarriage, since co-incidentally the last two Iranian movies I had watched (and blogged about) was on the above mentioned topic.One was Milani's 5th Reaction and the other Kambozia Partovi's Cafe Transit. Both revolved around the struggle of female protagonists to lead a life of their own, after their husbands' death, and denial to re-marry or lose the control of their life to another man, whom they donot love. In Cafe Transit, the man is shown to be so deeply conditioned in patriarchy, that he cannot bring himself to face the fact that the woman would struggle to live an independent life without his help. In Milani's 5th Reaction, its the father in law (well i have alreay written enough about this movie in my last blog).
Majidi takes up the story from a different perspective. What happens to an adolescent son who finds his mother remarried? Is the anguish merely due to the sheer thought of finding his mother disloyal to his deceased father's memories which are so dear to him? Is it Oedipus complex? Is it hurt sentiment to find himself unworthy of taking care of the family as the male scion, that his mother chose to remarry for a better life? Or is it the deeply entrenched feelings of Patriarchy which somehow cannot accept the fact that someone else is now controlling the life of her mother taking advantage of his absence and denying him the right of his duty and pride?
In fact if you ask me, it was all these and much more.
Majidi however didnot make the movie for us to understand the protagonist Mehroleh. He takes his narrative further ahead to find the reactions and repulsions between Mehroleh and his step father. Majidi, seems, has great faith in human values and emotions. His movies are rooted in the belief that love and strong faith for each other in a family cures the mundane-ness and struggles of even an impoverished life. Rather it enriches you with hope for a better future. Hence in Children of Heaven we find the sheer love and understanding for each other never make Ali or Zara crib for their indigence. Rather they co-operate towards a solution.
This co-operation by the people towards amicable solution is an inherent tone of Majidi's movies.
Undoubtedly Pedar can be no different. So it was all the more interesting for me to watch this issue of widow remarriage being approached and sorted through the two males in the life of the widow-both imperative to her.
Mehroleh is a laborer in Tehran. The movie opens showing him shopping happily in the streets of Tehran. In one shot we find him fondly staring at a photograph which gives us an idea of his father. On the way back to the village, Mehroleh unfortunately loses his father's photograph in a stream.
Mehroleh's friend Latif meets him on the way and breaks before him the news of his mother's remarriage to a policeman and her subsequest shifting to a bigger house. Latif's version of the story reveals the fact that Mehroleh's sister was unwell and needed money for treatment. The policeman provided for the money and later got married to her mother.
Mehroleh's anguish and sorrow is uncontrollable. It seems, more than the idea of his mother's betrayal to his deceased father's memories, what hurt him more was the incapability of proving himself as a dependable caretaker of the family.It was this guilt more than the anger and hatred of someone else occupying his father's position to which it seems Mehroleh succumbed to.
He refuses to stay with his mother and even goes ahead with the money to win her back from her present husband.
His adolescent pride bruised and hurt at his mother's settled life makes him wild and sick. The policeman takes the ailing Mehroleh home to his mother for reconciliation between them and himself leaves the house citing an excuse of some work outside.
In flashback the story unfolds. Also like in every Majidi movie,we donot find the man as a patriarchal symbol with an urge to dominate the lives of everyone around him. Rather they are simple fallible human beings with their own weaknesses and shortcomings. In Song of the Sparrows Karim the doting father loses out to wants and greed amidst the city junk. In Colors of Paradise,Mohammad's father was torn between his desire of having settled life and caring for a blind child. The policeman here, is no exception. He didnot play any barter game by paying for the child's treatment and getting a bride in return. Rather he is a divorcee, dejected for his failure to have children, and one who loves children dearly.
Hence seeing his mother happy in her life with the policeman, although Mehroleh suffers from Oedipus complex, in real sense, it is through sheer understanding and need for mutual company that these two people got married.
Though his mother hinted at the impossibility of her staying single, thanks to the societal pressure, but this was not indeed a marriage she was forced into out of gratitude.
To strike a bigger deal, Mehroleh along with Latif flees to the city stealing the policeman's gun.
The rest of the movie then becomes an interesting chase and pursual game. In the journey back from the city, these two people discover a cord between each other and that comes through struggle.
There follows a game of constant rejection and persuasion between this reluctant son and the adament father. One thing i need to mention here is accepting Mehroleh is not imperative to the policeman. However itis evident he does it out of sheer love and want for having a happy family and more so to see his wife happy.
The reluctant father and son duo traverse miles midst the sandy deserts, the barren dusty roads before they discover the love in the relationship. There are some warm, funny moments, when Mehroleh argues with his step-father accusing him of his false tall claims of executing bandits. Through such arguments, the warmth of the relationships slowly unfolds. The fatherless adolescent Mehroleh, amidst his hardships as a worker boy in the city almost had forgotten himself as being still young, demanding, argumentative. With Latif his prantics in the water reminds us that he is still a boy. And in his anguish and constant efforts of writing off his step father we find the boy is growing. He is in his adolescence years-the most difficult time for a young adult. He himself hardly understands the feelings he undergoes. His hatred against his step-father shows the frustration he faces in leading an existence without anyone's love.However he is too proud to show off his longing for love. The same is the issue with his step-father. Among all the rebukes he hurls at Mehroleh and his slaps and at times threats of punishing him in a jail all come from his disappointment from the failure of being accepted as a father to the boy. Slowly the argumentative heat starts melting the hearts and through the cracks and crevices love seeps in. The crying Mehroleh accuses the policeman of depriving him of the love of a home, when the rest of the family enjoyed comfortably without him. For the first time we find, how bruised and lonely the young boy is.All his tantrums and denials were no different from that of a child, who throws airs around to get attention, to make sense of his small existence amongst others in the family. The young patriarch, always in charge of taking care of his family starts crumbling. The policeman's efforts seems to convey to him a sense that "he is wanted in the family". This gives him hope and finally love to accept his step-father. The efforts of the father to connect to the son is dealt cleverly enough by Majidi. In the guise of captivating Mehroleh from fleeing, the policeman puts handcuffs in one of his wrists and the other he puts around Mehroleh's. And we wait till we find the physical bondage between the two slowly give way to an emotional one.In their way across the desert the policeman collapses and on the verge of collapsing freeing Mehroleh from the handcuff, urges him to carry on to save his life.Mehroleh However refuses to do so. With great efforts he locates a small stream and drags his step-father to the water.
I wait in baited breath for Majidi to come up with something brilliant here. And why not, here comes his favorites ,rivulet, sunlight and two persons who are now somewhat ready to accept each other. And I get one. From the policeman's pocket drops a photograph showing him, his wife and other children, which get carried away by te stream towards Mehroleh.
And we know...
Majidi has done it again.
Majidi's movies donot highlight social ills. Rather they focus on the best parts of the country’s culture and flourish on them. They are deeply rooted on the family values and traditions of Iran, yet are universal in their themes.
The global themes of fatherhood, adolescence and emotional bonding through distress will remind every viewer how the world is so large yet so small.

A Time for Drunken Horses- children of Ghobadi's cinema


The Iranian cinema in recent times have come up with some poignant tales of love, sacrifice, filial bondage and all showing children as protagonists. One of the most important movie-maker in this respect is Majid Majidi. Majidi's Colors of Paradise, or Children of Heaven or in fact Baran or Songs of Sparrows all have children as the protagonists. This sort of creative biverts are often chosen by Iranian film-makers who cannot show openly man-woman relationships or other overtly political views through the films. Hence children are chosen to present things in the garb of innocence.
Bahman Ghobadi from Kurdishtan and being a Kurdish fim-maker is no different from Majidi or Panahi who hail from Iran. However, Bahman's movies it seems choose children not to hide the crudeness of reality but to create the pathos in a more severe manner. It seems it is his way of catharsis for purifying the souls through taking a through scenes of devastatingly ugly refugee camps, torments of war lived and experienced by beautifully innocent children. Ghobadi tries to put forth the saga of the sufferings of his Kurdish people and to show how they still live on, thanks to their sheer courage and optimism.
Turtles Can fly showed that through the industrious and optimistic Satellite leading a troupe of orphaned Kurdish boys, amidst the village lands dotted with landmines and the valleys howling with the pains and sufferings of innocent adolescent girls. In the time for Drunken Horses, things are more difficult. A group of orphaned children make a living by smuggling goods across the Iran Iraq border. Ayoub hardly 12 or 13 having lost his father in a mine explosion, is compelled to take responsibility of his brothers and sisters, one being crippled and sick. Madi the deformed brother is seriously ill and needs and operation almost unaffordable for this family. However Ayoub and the other children almost take it up as a project to save Madi. Ayoub coaxes a local tradesman to be allowed to accompany his troupe with his uncle's donkey amidst the snow capped rugged lands. Its winter and even the horses are fed alcohol to keep them moving in the snow. Also are the apprehended dangers of blizzards and ambushes. However Ayoub is unrelented. He remains undaunted by these hardships to provide for his family. It seems that saving crippled Madi is not a choice for these children. Intense sufferings due to poverty has not wiped out the filial affection out of these children. Options to earn a living are too little. In one of the journeys to the border, Ayoub learns from a boy of his age, that he has large areas of farmlands all with landmines-too many to get rid off. The geographies of a better land are closed to them. The children still pawn their lives for each other. Razin, the elder daughter of the family, agrees to a marriage, only at the condition, that the groom would pay for Madi's operation. Later Ayoub risks everything to get Madi across the border.
Unlike the White Ballon, or Colors of paradise or Children of Heaven (where indeed the children are in trouble)Ghobadi's children are in the grip of terrifying emotions: connected not with their dead parents, or the unutterable grimness of their lives - burdens they carry with heartbreaking stoicism, but but rather with the immediate problem of raising enough money for an operation for their disabled brother, Madi, an issue which is more critical-this is not about losing 500 tomans for a goldfish (Panahi's White Balloon)or a pair of sneakers to wear to school (Children of Heaven) or 1000 goldfishes to be bred (Song of Sparrows)
However it is in this respect they are equally similar. The burden of poverty does not for a moment ever let these children lose focus of their goal. Neither they lose love for each other. In fact it is the love for their families that keep them moving. In Children of Heaven, Ali runs the race to win a pair of sneakers for Zara. We could see the desparation, when he runs to death to come "third". Similarly Ayoub risks his life to reach and cross the border to save Madi. Ghobadi through his children always speak of the courage of his Kurdish folks, who inspite of the oppression of its dicators (remember genocide and gas tragedy at Halabcheh), onslaughts of war, still live on with hopes.

However to me these children of Iran ( be it Majidi's, Ghobadi's, Makhmalbaf's) all show the stoic and unrelented resolve and optimism of the Iranian directors and thinkers who have deep faith and love in their culture, to show Western audiences a different and richer image of his homeland as opposed the stereotypical portrayals of Iran by western media.

The children cast in their simple rural natural landscapes of Iran, playing amidst the turquiose blue ponds with orange goldfishes seem to carry on the message to the world about a land shunned and mis-trusted by the west. They tell the story of Iran with loving fathers and brothers and men with deep filial love to give audiences a view of Iran different from its common portrayal in U.S. media as an ideological foe hell-bent on acquiring a nuclear arsenal.

In bringing Iran to the arena of world cinema, it seems all these children are committed equally.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

5th Reaction, Two women- vintage Milani and her group of oppressed women



Well, the first movie I had watched of Tahmineh Milani was "Two Women". As far as i remember, that was also the first Iranian movie i had ever watched. I liked Two Women, for its take on the issue of women rights and their patriarchy in the deeply entrenched Iranian society.
Later when I watched movies by Mohsen and Samira Makhmalbaf, those by Majidi, Bahman Ghobadi, Panahi and of course Abbas Kiarastomi, I found a different genre of Iranian cinema. Milani's movies then seemed to be lacklustre, with high strung melodrama and loud one-sided issues.Also the craftsmanship i could find in the cinema of the others, i found that absent in Milani. Much later I watched and had even read Persepolis which is also about the problems of a young girl with a mind of her own and from a liberal family, in pre and post revolution Iran. Persepolis does not present the issues faced by Iranian women post Islamic revolution as chokingly repressive. Also all the males to be mean, scheming against the liberated, women with a mind of her own and trying to oppress them was also absent. In fact Persepolis presented the Guradian angels as some sole keepers of rules, whereas the men Marjanne knew were much more liberal and had their ways around those rules. Patriarchy was not a pronounced issue in Persepolis. Rather Persepolis points out at the "quixotic" rules prevalent to create the righteous Islamic society. As opposed to this, Milani's movies are somewhat melodramatic and appears to be cliched. The men are usually all wicked and against women's emancipation. All that they think of is subjecting women to continous oppression. Milani however seems to present patriarchy as a jingoistic sentiment in the men and hence steals the credibility out of her movies. The extremist point of view, often one-sided just makes her movies a stimulating high-strung drama of repression on women in Iran, lacking in appeal and subtlity. Hence, often though the issues she highlights are real and may be existing, the essence gets lost due to the broad highlighted demarcation of evil and good, where the men usually always belong to the evil side and women are all prey to the situation and repressed society.
Whereas we have seen in the movies by Majidi, Panahi that people are not only black or white, good or bad and are rather trapped in different situations, social conditionings and their own problems which frame their actions. hence in Baran, Memar cannot be despised for exploiting the Afghan laborers, rather he is also their sole savior giving them work in a geography they are denied entry. In Panahi's Circle, which is an exemplary saga of condition of women in the Iranian society, fleeing the claustrophobic repression, no men appear as evil monster. Rather all the women are seem to be struggling with this invisible yet strong opponent viz. "oppressive rules meant to create a righteous society."
In this respect Milani's movies are less intellectual and hence becomes problematic to beleive.
In 5th Reaction, Milani brings alive a law prevalent in Iran against the widows, Once losing the husband, the women loses control of her children who lawfully belong to their patriarchal side like uncle or grandfather, whereas the mother remains only a custodian and not a legal guardian. The way to claim legal rights to the children can be won only when the woman gets married to her husband's brother or someone from the same family. Apparently, the law is curbed out to enable young widows to remarry, lest be burdened by the responsibility of bringing up children. However the real reason is to wipe them off the husband's property rights. The children can be one way of claiming the rights back and hence their legal rights to the mother is denied. Well, in case she gets married to her husband's brother, things are fine, since the property then remains within the same patriarchial household. And if the woman chooses to remain unmarried and bring up her children on her own, the social denial of her as a single women, makes it almost impossible for her to curb a life for her and her children. And anyways, if the single mother's socio-economic conditions are worse than that of the grandfather, the latter can claim the children back citing denial to the impoverished upbringing of his grandchildren.
This Machiavellian law against the women was questioned in 5th Reaction. Fereshteh (played by Niki Karimi who is almost Milani's alter ego) is suffering a threta of losing her children to her powerful and prosperous father in law after her husband's death. Feresteh works as a contractual tecaher in a private school and also does not earn enough like her father in law. Feresteh's husband had married her against his father's wishes and was the sole source of love and support for her, now dead. Haji, Fereshteh's father in law had alreday planned to take the kids from her unless she marries her brother in law, which she refuses to do. In her struggle, Fereshteh is supported by a group of 5 colleagues-5 women who also seem to suffer from similar oppression from the males in their lives, be it husband or brother or society.
They plead that the reason why they go out of their way to help Fresheteh is that it helps them 'forget' the hardships coloring their lives and through womanly chatter the picture becomes clearer.

One is married to a man she never loved, the other to a captive of the Iran/Iraq war who comes back after 12 years as a celebrated ‘hero’ but he is psychotic. Another is married to a drug addict and the last, and closest to Fresheteh, is married to a man she once saw in a restaurant with his rather youthful secretary yet his only retort was to humiliate her for having spent time away from her home in a restaurant with silly friends!

With the help of her friends Fereshteh tries to flee the country with her children. The movie now becomes a chase game where each one, Fereshteh as well as Haji keep on counting who is one up on the move, the game ending at supposedly the 5th move.
The movie ends with Fereshteh in jail and Haji, apparently subdued come to her for final reconciliation, but with a "condition." It seems that unconditional freedom of mind is denied to women.
The problem areas i find in the movie is all the women unhappy with their men. All her 5 colleagues are suffering from this claustrophobic patriarchy. There was not a single woman who was happy with the men around. This portrayal of men being scheming, egoistic patriarchs screaming at their wives at the cafe in front of others, trying to buy loyalty through affluence and gifts, their constant efforts of confining the women within the 4 walls, depriving them of their own freedom and self esteem all seem to be presented in a high dose and the film takes a preachy tone crying for emancipation. All these women were affluent, educated women and still succumbing to the oppressions hurled at them. The explanation cited was often the societal pressures and their catch-22 situation. However the men never seem to act because of societal rule or situations. It seems that they define the society (by the continuous utterance by haji-I am the law). This lop-sided view makes her argument weak.
In Kambozia Partovi's Cafe Transit, we see the same issue of widow re-marriage. Naseer, Raihan's brother-in-law definitely attempts to put an end to Raihan's independent living. However here the deep entrenched patriarchy the society is conditioned to, seems to play the fundamental role. Naseer has never been brought up to face the idea of being deprived of his patriarchial duties. A woman refusing his help, almost threatens his existence. Hence this issue, re-marriage becomes more real in this movie by showing the real motive of "controlling the lives of women". The moment the baton is lost, the men get enraged by a sense of bereavement. Re-marriage and custody of children is not just then an important issue which needs redressal, rather the focus grows over the larger impending issue of denial to women to take charge. And from a repressed geography this issue then expands everywhere and becomes all pervasive.
As a feminist film-maker as Milani is, we do expect expansion of issues, rather than short-sighted drama which do make block-busters, but never become intellectually stimulating. Adding subtlety to films, i beleive will mke Milani a sensitive and better film-maker and not a pacifist.
Two Women (which i would discuss briefly and is also the movie which established her as a film-maker) is a better movie, but also suffers from the same loop-holes. Two women is the story of two friends, Roya, an affluent Tehran girl hailing from a liberal family and Fereshteh (again played by Niki Karemi) from small town Isfahan, a multitalented ambitious young girl with humble backgrounds and a traditional family. Both are architectural students at Tehran university, during the days of Cultural revolutiom in Iran. We see Fereshteh with her talents and hard work almost sure to curb out a successful carrer for herself. However destiny had something else in mind for her. A stalker changes her life. The stalker smittned by Fereshteh chases her and even throws acid on her cousin suspecting him to be her boy-friend. This enrages Fereshteh's family who thinks her solely responsible for such mishap in the family. This guy chases Fereshteh to her village and there a frightened Fereshteh, trying to flee from this stalker meets with an accident, injuring a kid. Fereshteh's father is furious for such disgrace and once again curses her for bringing this apparent apocalypse to his honorable family. To save the family honor and to escape jail, Fereshteh is married off to Ahmad, who pays for the compensation the court has ordered. Fereshteh finds herself betrothed to a man who is nominally a good husband, and later father, but who absolutely cannot comprehend the fact that she has some needs and desires of her own. Instead, suspicious of her ‘liberated’ ways (he arrives at this conclusion after he finds out that Fereshteh used to speak to male students while at university), he confines her to the four walls of their house. Confined to the duties of a wife and a mother, Fereshteh gradually loses all sense of herself and becomes a cipher, though she never stops fighting against her predicament.
In the film's last scene, Feresteh reunited with Roya, now successful and settled in a career with a loving husband, seems to have lost control of her wits. As her husband lay dying in the hospital, Fereshteh voices out that her love for her husband is like the one a captive has for the jailor. Later on hearing the news of the death of her husband, we find that Fereshteh, the once confident, intellegent girl, who wanted to have a successful life and career is now shattered and harrased and vulnerable to start a life afresh, though she gropes for it. Roya before her stands almost as the culmination of the dream which Fereshteh could not fulfill due to social mores.
Undoubtedly Two Women touches a cord and is more acceptible than 5th Reaction. However the movie still lacks in the portrayal of the stalker, the father and the husband. Once agian society seems to be an embodiment of only such males, who deprive Fereshteh of all that she wants.
Two women's core lies in the portrayal of the plight of intelligent and educated women trapped in the highly restrictive traditional Muslim position of obedient wife to all-powerful husbands. However this powerful thesis is set weak by the film's narrative.The significant male characters - Fereshteh's father, husband, and a stalker who harasses her - are never fleshed-out. They are used to illustrate the power positions of men over women in Iranian society, but we get no sense of them as real people with complicated or conflicted feelings - the humanity gets buried under the symbols.And the solution to arguments for Iranian men is repeatedly depicted as drawing a knife in a threatening manner, as if force and fear is their way of dominance. Hence like in 5th reaction this movie too suffers from this one-sided biased portryal.
Just one last sentence before I end- Milani's work undoubtedly have passion but lacks finesse and style.
However do watch the above movies.

Monday, January 25, 2010

Julie and Julia-two women and cooking-delightful as always!!


Julie and Julia
Written and Directed by Nora Ephron

My last blog has been about an Iranian movie viz. Cafe Transit. In fact a day after watching Cafe Transit, I happened to watch Julie and Julia.There is no doubt Julie and Julia is an enjoyable movie. But this blog is not to discuss or analyze Julie and Julia wholly. Rather, it is about an amusing discovery-the locus of both the movies rest interestingly enough in the same two ideas of cooking and women.

What in 1950, post war France, Julia Child sought as her tool for emancipation ("She desperately wanted to doooo something...")to fight the boredom of a expat's lonliness,is also chosen 50 years later by Julie, a struggling writer in Long Island City, at the rear top of a pizzeria, with an editor husband and a dull thankless job, she cannot escape. Quite astonishingly,somewhere in this timeframe, in some small corner of Iran, Raihan also seeks cooking as her sole tool to fight off the patriarchial control threatening her life.

All these women had one thing in common. They all had dreams of their own. Julia desperately wanted to do something in France. Julie Powell years later in 2002, had a government job, a doting husband, a bunch of snob corporate go-getters flashing their blackberries as friends, and still a penchant to do something she loves. A struggling writer, Julie too could find cooking (Julia's recipe) as her way of defying the dull powerlessness and drudgery of a city life. In fact she feels it much more relaxing to come and cook after a day's job, since the sauces and the broth gurantees a gastronomic delight, things are much more predictable and in her "control" that the rest of the stuff she is forced to do. Miles away in another geography, Raihan too finds that the only thing she can do is cooking and hence re-opens her husband's highway cafe. In a veiled society banning women only to the indoors, Raihan's emancipation comes through the dishes she serves out from her kitchen. The daily grinding of spices, tossing, garnishing with different colors and flavors seem to be her way of controlling her own life without the diktat of others.

No doubt Raihan's life is much different and even more struggle-some that the other two women. The men in the life of Julie and Julia are adorable, supporting and who only occasionally express impatience with their wives’ gastronomic obsessions. (Paul by arching an eyebrow, Eric by storming out of the apartment.)
However, still what strikes me is the common cord of cooking which unites them. Julie finds another life through cooking. She is smitten by Julia Child and her cookbook and vows to try out all her 524 recipes in 365 days. She starts blogging about her experience and soon becomes popular. Julie, undoubtedly as shown in the movie is overwhelmed with Julia Child's personality and the structure of the movie also shows two parallel story lines concerning these two women. In the vernacular of many American kitchens, Julia is an authority. However what appealed to me in Julie Powell's character is her love towards cooking. Being someone of the same age as Julie Powell today, and having a same hectic job, in the evening when i come back home and sit to write or read, it seems the dusty city has robbed me of any ideas. At that point i too feel like "doing something" which can be less intellectual but more enjoyable, which would make me feel powerful, make me feel as an effort of adding colors to my life, rejuvenating my soul. I had never been a great cook and in fact avoided cooking. Whenever hinted at the idea that cooking is imperative for a girl, I tended to stay away from cooking even more, may be enraged by the gender stereotypes. However watching these three women, i feel, cooking and kitchen is necessarily not an impediment, a tool to confine them from the greater going-ons in this earth. Rather for them it is their tool to forge freedom.
Julia is a diplomat's wife always on the move. She has a loving husband whom she has chosen rebelling against her conservative Republican father. Along with her husband's love she also has the constant challenge of adjusting to a new country with every transfer Paul Child (Julia's husband) faces. Paul is understanding of Julia's lonliness, yet it is Julia's lone struggle to give meaning to her life. Sympathetic, affectionate husbands often fail to realize that "to do something" for a woman means her screams to find "an existence, a life without the aegis or tag of anyone else".
Years later Julie Powell in a cramped flat, with a doting husband is suffering from the same pangs of void-ness. Ironically enough Julie "does something" which she does not like and cannot rid of. 50 years later Julie and her likes are no longer confined to kitchens as in the case of Raihan. Rather they have jobs out of their homes and which they cannot leave. Who has ever heard of leaving secured jobs/ What about the credit card bills, the rents, the shopping sprees, the blackberries... how can you then survive in this all encompassing material (mean consumeristic) world in Queens, New York (Long island city)Suddenly the stereotyped kitchen comes to Julie's rescue here. The Salad dressings, sauces, spices, sausages, amidst all these, Julie suddenly finds her motto in life, to cook something out of her apparently dull life and turn it into a delectable gastronomic delight.
Raihan too has no option. Her cooking sets her buoyant amidst the confines of her small kitchen. Raihan cannot have a job outside (unlike Julie). However being invisible in her kitchen she connects to the rest of the world which converges in her highway cafe, through the aroma of her food, the colors of her spices, the garnishing decking her dishes, through the succinct kebabs and the polos she serves out. And even Raihan's world is not deplete of sympathetic men. The kind Ojan and the Greek truck driver Zachario are compassionate to her.
Yet all these three women sort their lives in their own way, alone. And for the ingredient they choose is surprisingly the stereotyped,over hackneyed, thrashed by feminists "confines of a kitchen and cullinary skills" which sets them free of the dullness of their lives.
May be i should start learning cooking now.

I am sure all must have watched Julie and Julia.
Please make sure you watch Cafe Transit as well. (its an Iranian movie-can borrow it from Iran Culture house Mumbai)-I have a blog on the movie as well.
And in case someone is really doubting Julia's strain of having a diplomatic husband (since this has been dealt in a breezy light hearted way in the movie, kindly read Brigid Keenan's Diplomatic baggage- the saga of a trailing spouse of a diplomat-written in a very comic light hearted manner)

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Cafe-Transit- silent rebel


Cafe Transit
Directed by Kambozia Partovi

Plot Summary :
Raihan, a young widow with two small children refuses to get married to her brother-in-law Naseer thereby opposing the usual custom prevalent in her society. This is because, she does not love him and also refuses to intrude into the rights of Naseer's existing wife and children. Instead she decides to take charge of her own life. She re-opens her husband's cafe on the highway must to the chagrin of Naseer and his likes. A sympathetic worker from her husband's time Ojan helps her in setting up the cafe. Raihan is hardly visible and hides herself in the kitchen, producing delectable dishes for the cafe visitors. Soon people start pouring in. The reason of her popularity turns out to be the homely taste of her foods. The truck drivers who have travelled across borders and miles of distance through the dusty roads seem to have got a homely solace in Raihan's cafe and her food. Naseer has thoroughly opposed this idea. He simple could not accept Raihan rejecting his offers of a secured guardianship and taking strains to establish herself on her own. He finds it disgraceful for the family to let a woman work. Raihan tries to convince him that she is out of the sight and reach of the customers, confined to her kitchen and doing her work, the only thing she knows. Raihan's cafe however jeopardizes the business of Naseer's own cafe, which enrages him even more. Soon in the cafe two foreigners find repose. A Russian girl fleeing from war deported by a truck driver gets asylum with Raihan. Also Zachario, a Greek truck driver, who frequents the cafe falls in love with Raihan.Naseer, manipulating facts, tries to bribe the authorities to get Raihan's cafe closed down, which he eventually succeeds in doing. At the end we find,Naseer contemplating that Raihan will finally succumb to his wisher relinquishing her zeal to curb her own destiny. Raihan though still unrelenting, refuses Zachario's marriage offer and instead rents another cafe en face de Naseer's cafe and resumes her battle of self-dignity once again.

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Raihan means "basil" an aromatic culinary herb, used in garnishing as well as a thickening agent. However a women to be named "Raihan" and not "Raihan-"A" is quite unusual. In fact often when Naseer goes around complaining against Raihan's activities of disgracing the family, the authorities doubt about the name being Raihan or Raihana. May be choosing an unusual male sounding name for his protagonist, Partovi sets the silent yet stoic rebellious tone of the movie.
Raihan is anything but a preaching, slogan hurling, norm-defying feminist. All she wants is the right to live and lead her own life. Her struggle for dignity and freedom to curb out her own destiny however threatens the all pervasive roots of patriarchy, making the bearers weary of their identity. Raihan's decision to work at the cafe therefore enrages Naseer. He could not bring himself to face Raihan's rejection of his charity towards her. Naseer's sense of power comes from his right of controlling everyone's life. Raihan's polite refusal to succumb to his ideas, suddenly makes him feel insecure.
Raihan however is never pronounced in her opposition to Nasser. Rather everytime she politely tries to put forth her point. Patriarchy however is entrenched deep within the lives of people around her. Her apathy for Naseer's already existing wife and children, sets his wife against her. She pleads with Raihan to come and stay with her, lest Naseer would disrespect his own wife for jealousy and being and impediment to his duty of charity. This shows that these women in Iran are even conditioned to share their husband, the whole idea being garbed in the sentiment of helping your husband in his deeds of good.
The matriarch of the family, Naseer's mother, has right to fulfill her penchant for cigarettes, but not the right to think of a woman living independently without being under the aegis of men.
When running the cafe Raihan locks herself in the kitchen. However the diners get to know the aroma and presence of this "basil" through her food. Located on the highway which connects, Iran, Turkey, Syria, people from varied colors and languages flock her cafe. Raihan's cafe is like a melting pot for assimilation different cultures and cooking up a new one. The unseen invisible owner of the cafe in her absence becomes a fictional construct in the minds of these diners as a kind, caring homely comfort. This adds up to her cafe's popularity. It seems that the constraints of a woman here to be confined to her restricted space of kitchen and cooking suddenly becomes her power. That is exactly the point Raihan argues with the authorities. She says that she can only cook. Hence she has no other option but to choose cooking as her tool. However cooking here expands Raihan's authority, her personna beyond the regular dimensions. It seems what the feminist theory calls for emancipation, comes to Raihan through the very activity traditional feminist theory considers to be limiting and restrictive for women.
May be Partovi had to make sure that he avoids overtly political overtones and crying for absolute denial of social norms,in his efforts of making a movie in Iran. Cafe Transit does not really take up the tension and problems confronted through Panahi's Circle where Partovi only has written the script.
Here the rebel against the norms is more humane and softer. It appears to be the struggle of one woman, which to us becomes the story for all. However,Cafe Transit can be a pre-amble to "Circle". In Circle it seems in the world of banishments and doctrines for women, it is their own circle that these women meet and draw their strengths from. The sub-plot of the Russian refugee, whom Raihan gives shelter conveys this idea. The women donot understand each others' language. However, it seems that the language of compassion and love need not be comprehended through a scripted dialect. The Russian girl weeps over her exploitation by the drivers she confided with to flee the war, which Raihan understands her lament for her lost sister and gives her a shoulder. And the these two women cry their hearts out for each other, not for their fates and agony in the hands of men, but for the greater sorrows caused in the world by war. This lifts the movie from its limitations of being a feministic rebel to that of a greater humanitarian plea.
Raihan's character is buoyant through her soft yet stoic approach of striving for independence.
It seems she fills in her mourner's black vacuous existence with hues of the polos, kebabs, the ghost she dishes out rich is flavors and aroma.
Her only way to reach out to the outside world banned to her through her food. Hence Zachario's initial rejection of her food seems to challenge her perception of her existence, which she feels is getting nulled. Hence she makes her version of the food, which appeals to Zachario.
In Iran a director cannot show openly man woman relationship, the needs of love and sex. In this case, it was difficult to show the internal wants of a young, mourning widow to ask for life and love, the way she wants. Hence cuisine was Raihan's expression subdued in the aroma and grease of her dishes.
A brilliant scene is where we find Raihan's approval of Zacharia's love. When the latter confides in her, we donot find a twitch of muscle, even a single expression to convey comprehension. However back at home, we find, Raihan for the first time after her husband's death takes off her back scarf and puts on a colored one.
However Raihan does not accept Zacharia's offer to marry him and leave Iran. Rather, we find her continuing with her struggle with a new resolve even after eviction from her cafe.
The movie starts with Zacharia and the Russian girl (Skitzah if I remember) reminiscing about Raihan at two different place to different sets of people. Slowly then in flashbacks the story unfolds.
In one scene we find the girl serving "Mirza Ghoshemi" to the people somewhere afr from Iran. I find the use of a culinary item here to be brilliant. However hard we try to stop influence of "others" into our well guarded close bordered nations, cultures keep on transcending boundaries and taking new shape, form and color. Food is one such ingredient. Hence Raihan's Mirza Ghoshemi now finds herself palatable at the table of a stranger miles away from its origin and so gets carried the story of Raihan and her likes, gathering momentum and force, challenging the shackles of patriarchy.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Last Queen of the earth



Last Queen of the Earth
Directed by M.H Arab
Years ago, I had read “Kabuliwalah” by Rabindranath Tagore. It was the story of Rahmat, an Afghan peddler, like so many others in the city of Calcutta, who have come to trade dry fruits and other things. The stranger in the city Rahmat, found his soul-mate in a 5 year old little girl Mini. Mini reminded Rahmat of his own little girl, whom he had left alone in Kabul in Afghanistan. That was in fact my first encountered in literature about this land called Afghanistan. Tagore there through Mini’s fathers eyes imagined Rahmat’s daughter to be like Parvati (another name for Goddess Durga-being the daughter of Parvatraj Himalaya) staying alone abode the mountainous Afghanistan awaiting her father’s return. Reading about this geography Afghanistan made my imaginative mind wander far away. I used to imagine a land amidst rugged mountains, long bearded Afghan men, green eyed Afghan girls with their flowing robes and long tresses. And I would think of a small girl of my age, waiting in those rough rugged mountainous terrains for her father to return with toys. Even at that age, I could understand how Rahmat would have longed to be with his little daughter. How difficult it must be to be a migrant worker staying miles away from home, staying in those claustrophobic ghettos, only with the dream of making the lives of those left at home better with the remittance money sent back.
Of course these were years before 9/11 happened. Of course before 9/11, Afghanistan was a more common name to me. Thanks to the daily news of Kalashnikov armed Taliban destruction, the bombing of the Bamian Buddhas, daily termination of several men, women and children by the Taliban fanatics. The romanticism of rugged mountains, green eyes, vast stretches of sands, blue mosques, Afghan men, their hoarse voices and their rough sports of bird hunting, all seemed to me as a distant dream. Still often if my eye caught a “Kabuliwalah” in the grim narrow by-lanes of Calcutta streets, I could not help but wonder about their families left behind, their fate.
Arab’s Last Queen of the Earth brought back those feelings vividly to me. However this Afghanistan is different. War raged by U.S looming over it. Years of oppression by the Taliban fundamentalists has already made it weary. Migrant refugees in nearby Tehran, Pakistan increasing. Hence Rahmat and his like also increasing in the nearby bordering countries. Such a person is Ali Baksh. Ali Baksh works in a small Henna factory in Tehran. Compelled to work far away from home, Ali Baksh, so long had contented him thinking that at least his distance would yield a better future for the impoverished family. However now, with the U.S invasions over Afghanistan, Ali Baksh could not resist but set on an arduous journey to Mazar Sharif, his native in Afghanistan. We find, people like Ali-Baksh, also migrant workers around him. They were afraid in the lonely city and hence tend to cling on to each other for support. Hence we find, one such fellow Afghan, hoarding and hiding Ali Baksh’s letter from home, lest that would claim Ali Baksh away from him. These people, the fellow Afghans have curbed a pseudo home out of their homes with their friends, folk songs after work, during dinner and fragments of hope of still going back one day. We find the same issue, almost in the same way portrayed in Majidi’s Baran, amidst a construction site. In both the places we find that amidst the dusty factory floors, the dingy dark walls, these people have tried to keep Afghanistan alive through songs, music and musings.
Ali Baksh is desperate to reach out to his wife Shah-Gol. His entire journey amidst immense penury and risk through war torn Afghanistan, reminded me of the passion and longings these people feel for their families staying miles away. Throughout the visuals were stunning sometimes showing the dried barren earth juxtaposed against the blue-green Hindukush ranges all around, creating a penchant for a lost civilization. The bombed after=remains of small villages, crippled inhabitants, all created a paranoia on-screen. The search of Ali-Baksh for Shah-gol was almost a search to get back the Afghanistan he left behind. Amidst the by-lanes of the crowded markets, the facades of the beautiful blue mosque at Mazar Sharif, the cooing milk-white pigeons, nothing could give him a sense of comfort. He was frantically searching for his wife. In Kandahar, we have seen Nafas, too equally eager to reach Kandahar to save her sister. He race against time was to stop her sister falling prey to complete hopelessness. Here Ali Baksh wanted to come out of this hopelessness. He wanted to get back his Afghanistan through Shah-Gol.
The movie ends in Ali-Baksh finally being able to save Shah-Gol.Thsi movie does not have the skill or finesse of a poetic ending. It also has the loop-holes of commercial elements. Iranian prohibition adds to some funny moment in the movie, where instead of fight between three men, we see three bells clanging hard with each other.
However, it brings forth once again the same plight of Afghan migrants and their miseries away as well as within home. And one thing, the optimistic ending, once again, brought into my memory the little girl awaiting the return of her father is a rugged mountainous terrain—only this time, I am hopeful that the return would not take long.

The Secret Ballot


Secret Ballot
Directed by Babak Payami
How important are elections for us? Theoretically elections are the most important ingredient in a democracy. It gives you the power to elect your own government. In India election times are the most interesting times where everyone cashes in. For the media houses this is “dance of democracy” and they take it upon themselves to educate the readers about their democratic rights, candidates, the predictions, the trends and everything you never wanted to know. You have exit polls, public opinions everything all going into extreme measures to make you aware of your elected government. However do things change at your end? Or it is merely a quarterly affair? Half of the times, you struggle to decide, whom to vote for amidst the list of goons who are representing your constituency. Often some courageous journalists do react in strong ways of throwing shoes at the defence minister and manage to evict a few rotten eggs from the basket. But more or less elections are just a matter of fact for many of us.
How important can democracy and elections be at Iran? We all know that true liberal democracy did come to Iran for a short while through Mossadeq and then the saga of how U.S had played against this democracy, wary of losing its exploitative power over Iran’s resources. After that, post revolution, Iran never got back democracy in true sense. However in the Islamic republic of Iran, elections do preside as universal suffrage where you can vote above the age of 16. The supreme leader selects the representatives and the citizens vote to select their candidate. However, a theocratic nation, Iran’s government runs with the Islamic principle of “Presiding in righteousness and Prohibiting the wrong”. Hence how do they make sure that everyone makes the right choice? Simple enough, even if the candidate is selected, it’s finally the supreme leader who decides the right candidate and millions of papers and Secret Ballots are then discarded. (The recent precision of Ahmedinijad as the president over Masoudeh showed that) How are then elections treated in Iran? Do people still rest their hopes on suffrage? The supreme leader is extremely keen to maintain the sanctity of the process, to make sure that elections are held and everyone gets the right to vote.
Babak Payami’s Secret Ballot shows such an election day in a small Iranian island (actually the film was shot in the Kish island on the Persian Gulf)
It was just another day for the army guards in this remote sleepy island, till a white ballot box falls from a flying aircraft. This new artefact leaves them perplexed. Soon arrives a young girl as an election agent who has been sent to collect votes from the people on this island through the secret ballot. Initially reluctant to take orders from a girl, even if she is a government officer and later unfazed by her constant lectures about everyone should vote, the soldier still takes her around the island to collect votes. She has the ballot papers and photographs of the candidates.
The vote collection process seems to be arduous for the agent. She meets a truck full of people who have come to vote including a 12 year old girl. The girl’s mother disagrees to her rejection of the girl’s right to vote. This is because she believes that if a girl can get married at the age of 12, then how incomprehensible can voting be for her. She meets a man working on a solar energy sector, who denied to vote. He is of the opinion that only God is his saviour and he does not want to rest his beliefs of being served by any mortal being. Then there was one woman mourning her husband’s death, who retorts back saying that she is deprived of her basic right to join her husband’s funeral processing at the cemetery, voting rights mean nothing for her. Few in fact refuse to vote for the candidates, saying they donot know the candidates, have never even met them. Through these pieces of images shot in minimalistic styles in long takes, Payami wants to build a Kafkaesque notion of the election for the commoners. Through the desperate stubbornness of the election agent it seems that all that matters is the process to be conducted. The people are of less importance. However the sanctity of the process needs to be maintained, no guns should be shown to the people, they should not be bribed to vote, they should not be of a different nationality; however all these hurdles do occur at different points in time.
Conducting the elections seems to an arrogance of “doing things the right way”, one of those soul-less mechanised must dos by the government. Hence nobody seems to be concerned about what happens to this adobe hut adorned remote island and its people for the rest of the year. All that is important now is they should vote. The only logic offered by the agent that “voting is right and good for people” like so many other rules, which have been drawn since they are “right and good for people” and almost all drawn without consulting them. In fact it seems she has been conditioned to believe in that idea.
The absurdity of the whole process is revealed to the agent through a wonderful metaphor. At one point, when the agent is on her way to catch the ferry back to the city, the soldier stalls his car indefinitely seeing a red light in the middle of a desert. The agent asks him to ignore the light, since it is an fault in the system. There is no need for a signal in a desert. However the soldier is adamant that he would not violate the rule although the rule itself here is complete absurd without any traffic. This is almost indexical of the whole rule game to be a complete farce.
However still out of this whole game, the ballot box still is the most coveted fact, an outcome of the crafted process for practising democratic right justly and correctly. Hence we find that instead of the ferry, the anxious government sends for an aircraft to transport the ballot box to safe hands, where based upon the “rightly executed process”, further new rules and laws will be crafted for the people.

Colors of Paradise


COLORS of PARADISE
Directed by Majid Majidi
Journey through darkness need not always be a hopeless saga of despair. Neither can it be morbid, dissociated from all the warmth and candour of this earth. Not necessarily, your sense of the world around is lost, if your vision fails you. May be, eyes are just one link to make sense of the surrounding world. But the decoding of these senses happens in your soul. Hence if the soul gets connected with the world around, a wonderful tuning is established. You and world then together can set out to play your own duet. And all the dull and darkness of a hopelessly visionless world gets drowned in the colours and rhythm your heart can sense. It seems that with your eyes open, things you had tried hard to sense, to feel, suddenly appears near to you through your heart amidst darkness. Hence darkness is not necessarily an impairment, but a chosen quality given to you to be closer to your search. May be that’s why the dervishes close their eyes and lose themselves, in a trance which takes them closer to their “god”, one whom they frantically keep on searching. The journey without light in your eyes, but with an enlightened heart is the only way to be one with “him”. Visually sumptuous, Majidi’s Colors of Paradise seem to bring forth this feeling.
Mohammad a 7 year old blind boy is exceptionally gifted in spite of his visual impairment. Mohammad, has a capability of forging a strong relationship with nature. Majidi has flooded the movie with almost aural visuals, to establish Mohammad’s waltz with the nature. Mohammad is sensitive to the natural presence around him. Earlier, in the scene, we find him, gently with immense love and tenderness saving the life of a small baby bird. All throughout though, Mohammad’s cues are through sounds. It seems, as the dervish frantically tries to find “him” amidst everything he sees, Mohammad tries to feel God through everything he cannot see- be it the cooing small birds, or the soft murmur of the breeze passing through his small hands.
The small impoverished village Mohammad comes back during his school vacation hence gets vibrant with sounds and colors. He tries reading everything with his small fingers. Glad to be re-united with his loving sisters and doting grandmother, love-lorn Mohammad seems to be at peace with himself for a short while. His nimble small fingers tireless move through everything. He caresses the eggs softly, then passes on to dis-entangle the threads dyed in the wildflower dipped colors. Throughout these feelings he perceives a sense of meditative peace. Mohammad is happy to be with his surroundings. He senses a feeling of wantedness and security. Being loved and cared for is a deep longing by this motherless boy. That is expressed through the way he gently cuddles and caresses everything that comes across his way, everything he cares for. However, his search to make a sense of the world around, does not stop. This continuous search through his fingers is Mohammad’s only way to reach and get united with his own soul and with “him”, since he had known this at school- a blind is closer to “god” since he can see God through his fingers.
Quite opposed to the calm peace which Mohammad feels within are the feelings of his father. Mohammad’s father a widower is burdened by the responsibility of caring for his two daughters, an age-ing mother and a blind son. He wants to get re-married. And think Mohammad an impediment in his way of new settlement. Throughout Hashem is troubled by the dilemma of being selfish father or choosing a supposedly better life. A poor coal-man, burdened with responsibility, Hashem too is frantically in search of his soul, to get hold of himself. His deep set dark eyes, furrowed face all tell of his tiresome efforts to get recluse in his soul. He sends Mohammad away, in order to get married. Mohammad, now is an apprentice to a blind craftsman of woodwork. Still Hashem does not get rid of his dilemma and guilt. He tries to deal with it by arguing loud with others about his right to be happy, which is extremely ill-tuned and fails to convince even himself.
At work, far away from home, Mohammad is still sensitive to the nature. In fact this time, the mournful boy seems to have set himself in complete harmony with the universe. A small disruption and he is able to sense it. His grandmother’s death therefore unites her with him. Mohammad’s father rejected by the bride’s family, finally decides to bring him back. On the way however Mohammad meets with an accident. His father for the first time, seems to find himself back and plunges into the whirlpool to save Mohammad.
The final scene shows Mohammad, in his father’s lap, his clasped fingers slowly opening the sunlight reflecting trough them. Majidi is an expert when it comes to playing with sunlight. He fins sunlight to be the most important symbol of conveying hope. We donot know of Mohammad’s fate. His death and his small clasp capturing sunlight, might symbolise his one-ness finally with the almighty. Otherwise, his father’s love, also is a beginning of a new hope for him.
This movie is deeply spiritual in nature and speaks of hope. Earlier also we have seen another beautiful, Iranian movie on a blind boy by Mohsen Makhmalbaf- Silence also shows the musical soul of a blind boy, whose sense of the world is through sounds. Colors of Paradise is a similar lyrical yet soulful journey, almost similar to a Sufi mystic’s journey to eternal enlightenment. The mystic throughout his life is in search of the route to get rid of the darkness; whereas Mohammad’s whole life was in the eternal sunshine, amidst this darkness.

At five in the Afternoon


At Five in the Afternoon
Directed by Samira Makhmalbaf

At five in the Afternoon
And the bull alone with a
High heart!
At five in the afternoon.
When the sweat of the snow
Was coming
At five in the afternoon
When the bull ring was
Covered in iodine
At five in the afternoon.
At five in the afternoon.
Exactly at five o clock in
The afternoon.

--- from Cogida and Death, by Federico Garcia Lorca
These were the exact words which appear as subtitles, while on the screen we see fast stretches of dull yellow sand and a blue burkha slowly appearing from nowhere. At the background of course Lorca’s poem being recited in a hushed whispering tone. This sets the morbid, hopeless tone of the movie. The sorrowful Lorca poem is about a bullfight and signifies gradual physical and moral degeneration. Throughout the movie that is exactly what Samira wanted to portray about the lives in post war Afghanistan, even without the Taliban regime.
Slowly the blue burkha takes the shape of a girl trudging her way amidst the sands balancing heavy pictures of water on her shoulders. It is evident that Nogreh had travelled miles to fetch these two pails of water. Just through the opening scene, Samira sets the morbid mood of the movie. The girls face bears no expression, as if such hardships are a part of her daily routine. Nogreh the protagonist, a 21 year young Afghan girl is one of the many girls struggling for survival in Afghanistan post Taliban regime.
Nogreh has learnt to take struggle in her stride. Nogreh’s father is a follower of stringent Islamic rule, who finds viewing women’s face would send him to hell. He makes a living driving a horse cart. He is against Nogreh’s wish to study in a school. However Nogreh is ambitious. She slips out of the seminary her father believes her to be attending to a school. The little distance from the seminary by-lanes to the school, Nogreh puts on high heels (banned in the Taliban regime) and clatters along the way to attend her class. In the school, Nogreh dreams of becoming the president of Afghanistan. School as in other movies by Samira viz. Blackboard or Apple is a democratic place. Girls are here allowed to speak their own mind. Therefore, on an impromptu speech when asked why Nogreh wants to become the president, she delves into her limited knowledge and gathers enough substance from her surroundings, to express her desire to improve the conditions of the women in Afghanistan. She says that at least she would make sure that there are schools for girls to study, and a 21 year old never needs to attend class with a 12 year old girl. Even the other girls in her school are equally courageous in openly discussing their views. 12 year old Mina who had lost her parents in the Taliban oppression, wants to become a president to make sure that no such atrocity ever occur to children.
However Nogreh’s life is full of struggles. Nogreh, her sister-in-law, her sick infant and Nogreh’s father are frantically in search of a place to stay. The bombed ghostly buildings, the broken aircraft hatchets, everywhere they find an abode, they are displaced by a larger crowd of migrant refugees from Pakistan and other places. Nogreh’s brother a truck driver is missing. The never-ending trail of refugees crowding the left-over buildings and shafts, makes water and food scarce. Amidst all these Nogreh still dreams of becoming the president. Slowly coming out of the cluster of bans and prohibitions Nogreh befriends a refugee young boy, who encourages her to pursue her dreams. For her school elections, Nogreh gets her photographs and practices her speech, on her white high-heels. Nogreh gets eager to know about the women politicians of her neighbouring countries. She wants to know about Benazir Bhutto from the refugees arriving from Pakistan. Even the French soldier of the retreating troupe seems to be oblivious of the political happenings around, which baffles Nogreh. She never expected the foreign militia, the apparent peace-keepers of her country to live in such abject political ignorance.
However it seems there is no hope for her. Inspite of her courage of defying norms, her destiny slowly pushes her towards hopelessness. Once again displaced from their make-shift abode, Nogreh with her family travels the cold, rugged, barren mountainous terrains of Afghanistan. Nogreh and her likes despite their sheer optimism still cannot defy the ill-fate of her country. To save her nephew from cold, her father burns down his horse carriage-a ghastly wooden skeleton. However the child dies. A sense of despair settles upon them. It seems that hope is like a mirage in this land torn with years of war and oppression.
The poem is recited slowly with deep struggled breaths as if to pronounce the slow decay that has set upon the country. A girl’s dream about a career is a complete absurd thought, where living through another day is the biggest struggle.
The movie has stunning visuals with blue veiled girls with blue parasols amidst the vast yellow stretches of sand. It seemed that after years of lives within the closed corridors, the women of Afghanistan are finally out in search of hope, if not life, but tragically this weary country is too feeble to offer even that.
Mohsen Makhmalbaf’s Kandahar had shown Afghanistan under the Taliban regime and the desperate attempts of the girl to hold close the strains of hope from disappearing to survive. Post Taliban, we find, in the same land, a girl relinquishing her hopes again to survive.

Turtles Can fly


TURTLES CAN FLY
Written and Directed by Bahman Ghobadi.
Music: - Hossein Alizadeh

Often I wonder, what goes into the mind of those who run the countries when they make certain political, geo-political decisions. Of course all these decisions are in the favour of the nation they represent. And most and all time “only their nation”. Hence no qualms are made to obliterate any feeling or sentiment or action which means harms against the nation state. We proudly lead wars against other nations, we even try and silence those voices even within the nation who ever try to question the sanctity of the nation state be it in the form of violent Maoists or the oppressed minorities. But by that time the nation-state is no longer a geographical territory or a demographical entity lined by people of different caste, colour and creed. The Nation state which the statesman leads to war is now symbolic with our own chauvinism-whose claim to power and pride only lies in negating the enemy’s being. And once won, we can then bask in the glory of being a dominant prime power in the world scenario.
Well the above paragraph by this point in time must have established me as the much clichéd anti-war socialist and hence the reader might not pay any further interest to my further writings. In that case, I would request him to leave this article immediately and watch the movie “Turtles Can Fly”. Well of course it is not in true sense an Anti-war film but just brings affront the profanity and ridicules of a war through the different interplays of human emotions and their struggle for existence.
A nation state indeed depends upon its citizens. Hence from the very beginning the nation state invests all its efforts in shaping up the minds of the citizen so that this programmed might of the whole nation can work towards implementation of its pride and glory. Indeed then the children are the most important ingredient for a country to carry on the legacy of a proud nation and thereby shaping a better tomorrow.
And this is exactly where “Turtles Can Fly” strikes you a hard blow. All the protagonists of this movie are children, many even deformed physically and are seen doing stuff, frightening enough to shudder you off your sweet slumber of bright future and proud nation.
This 2004 movie is the first movie shot after the Iraq-U.S war in a refugee camp in Turkistan, in the Iraq-Turkey border. The first scene of the movie sets an extremely melancholic tone showing a teenage girl slowly walking to the tip edge of a cliff (as if to jump off). The next scene is one of the most delightful in the movie showing people in the village standing in rows up on the hill with ropes and trying to fix their television antennae there, while them at the bottom shouting left and right guiding them as to how to fix the antennae to get the clear picture. Amidst these an old man in the village, Ismaeel laments cursing Saddam that in addition to depriving them of water and electricity, now the dictator is stealing them off their skies, by shutting them off to hearing what is happening in the war. This sets the first perspective of the movie. Immediately you sense the tensions and apprehensions of the war. However the tone presenting these acts is in complete contradiction to the grave mood of the people in a refugee camp waiting for news of the war. This is done by the casual and easy-going demeanour of the teenage Satellite. Satellite nick-names so for his acumen in fixing TV satellites in the nearby villages. In fact he also coaxes Ismaeel and his fellow villagers to install a dish antenna at their village. With his limited knowledge and extreme confidence, Satellite is a leader of the children in that village. He is a self-acclaimed guardian of the children, providing them employment, bartering and trading their collective produce and thus fending off for himself and the kids. This apparent light-hearted mood is visibly terrifying when we see young children working to get the land-mines off the fields and Satellite easily selling them in the market. Satellite is their local hero who dreams about America invading into Iraq and ending their woes. The be-spectacled young Satellite leads the young children to the mine-fields to procure mines in a matter-of- fact way. Moreover the children almost die to work for him. This leaves you shocked, questioning whether Satellite is a manipulative youth alluring the children to risk their lives, quite contrary, this is a collusion of all the children in a struggle to live their lives, to sustain themselves, something which is almost forbidden to them in this war-torn territory. Hence we watch in wary young children transacting over mines and guns in the market as easily as over vegetables. The U.N representative in the village has no problems in buying mines procured by young children, however as a lower rate (since these will be de-armed and hence lesser market value). Satellite’s close friend Pashou who has lost one leg in such a venture of finding mines, uses his deformed leg dangling below his torso as a gun and poses to fire the tower guard soldier all in amusement. Their sense of humour leaves you numb. And then you start questioning what war has done to the future stealing them off their innocence, their dreams and thereby rendering the world numb and impotent.
Amidst this light mood are thick dark brush strokes of melancholy and repression brought into the movie through the silence of Agrin and her deep blue eyes. Agrin is the refugee girl from Halabcheh. Halabcheh a village in Iraqi Kurdistan, quite a significant name, reminding of the atrocities and genocide in form chemical attack hailed by Saddam earlier during the Iran-Iraq war. Agrin is living example of such atrocities who wants to get rid of Risa, her blind toddler child she bore due to the rape by the Iraqi soldiers. Her brother Hengov gifted with a power of clairvoyance has lost his both hands due to a mine explosion. Agrin constantly tries to get rid of the child, since the child is an extended part of her insidious bruised, bleeding ulcerous wound and only amputation of the wound would relieve her of her baggage of shame and pain. She denies the child and is almost cruel in her methods of getting rid of her. Agrin who herself is a child, is burdened by her past which lives in Risa and tries to bury that past. Once again, your own dreams and plans of days ahead, of a better future seems to vanish, seeing children brute and cruel in obliterating infants in ingenious ways. Yet amidst the cruelty, the tragedy leaves you with an impending pain, when you weep bitterly, when Agrin leaves the young infant in the mine-field and lightly kissed him before leaving. Your faith on the world and humanity just hits rock bottom.
It is Agrin; Satellite is smitten by and tries to please her in all sorts of way. No wonder he grows wary of Agrin’s brother Hengov who has lost both his hands in a mine explosion. Hengov on the other hand disagrees in conforming to Agrin’s denial of the child and takes it upon himself to protect the child. He in spite of being physically challenged is unable to get rid of his patriarchal ideology and hence thinks Risa as a part of his own family. In these actions he is almost oblivious to Agrin’s sufferings. Hence he is silent to Agrin’s questions about her future being threatened due to Risa. In fact the visual connection of the title “Turtles Can Fly” is connection the blind toddler, his pet turtles and Hengov. Ghobadi himself stated that when he was filming near the water the boy without arms reminded him of the turtles visually. In one scene Hengov, is seen, pulling off a landmine with his mouth, is almost presented as an irony, since though rendered arm-less due to a mine explosion, he needs food for his mouth and hence such risk bearing is necessary to sustain him. This sets Hengov’s attitude as a strong patriarch, who is hell bent to carry on, inspite of the atrocities he is subjected to, almost singing the Kurdish might like a turtle, slow but steady facing all the highs and lows.
On the contrary, hopelessness slowly grows over Agrin. So much so that she could hardly react to the light, fleeting colourful moments that Satellite tried to bring to her through his constant banter. She walks like a zombie through this landscape of poverty, helplessness, and hopelessness.
In the same speed the fate of the war was also coming to a close. Slowly the movie also approaches a tone of greater momentum and fatefulness. In a bid to save Risa (whom the village understands to be Agrin’s toddler blind brother), from a mine field Satellite gets injured. On that very day U.S defeats Iraq. People and children from the village keep on flocking to the city. Little Shirkooh who was a loyal follower of Satellite awed by his knowledge and confidence now leaves for the city with his uncle leaving injured satellite behind. He gifts Satellite a very expensive gift “Broken hand from the fallen statue of Saddam”. This was another striking moment of the movie where much was said without pronouncing anything. Shirkooh also states that now children need not pick up mines. Rather the American soldiers would pay them for handing over and procuring their own rubbles of artefacts and wealth, the crumbling leftovers of the war-worn territory. Saddam’s hand therefore would help Satellite later in realising a good price against it from the Americans. On the same night Agrin drowns Risa and also kills herself, leaving behind a tearful Hengov. At the background the American soldiers as well as the villagers all can now watch the “forbidden” channels brought to the impoverished refugee camp through satellite.
Now rendered lame, Satellite standing at one corner of the road watches in despair advent of the American soldiers and turns away his face from them. The earlier hopes are vanquished. This is beautifully presented through the use of “red fish myth”.
The red fish seem to be a sort of mythical creature for these children. In his efforts to win Agrin’s heart, Satellite tells Agrin he will catch one for her in the sinkhole nearby. When the Americans come, Shirkooh brings him some red fish purchased from the Americans. Satellite is thrilled and amazed. He stares in wonderment and pokes the bag a little, asking "what makes them red?" Perhaps he is thinking more is possible in a world with Americans, after all. But only a moment passes before the water in the bag turns red as well. Then, his hope in the Americans is completely destroyed. It would have been one thing for Satellite to gradually learn his dreams were unrealistic (there's no such thing as red fish), but he had just started to believe his dreams could come true. And then the symbol of these dreams weren't just proven to be a hoax, but they seemed dead. Satellite was mortified and devastated later to find in his pond of red fish, Risa drowned.

The movie seems to me as a catharsis to cure us. After this movie I suddenly became aware of the futility of boundaries and borders. The whole idea of triumph of one nation and the failure of another is similarly meaningless. All throughout our life, in spite of our beliefs in personal gain or loss, in spite of our attempts to holding to our own possessions, we all justify our activities as a way to secure the future of our progenies. We are not fools to think they would not act the way we do, but this is because, in spite of our own small betrayals and selfishness we all believe truly of seamless happy world and
“Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace”
----------------- (John Lennon-Imagine)
Honestly this is due to our imagination of such a borderless world that we live today true to the human spirit. That we would live through our progenies in such a world which will celebrate the true spirit of universal brotherhood may sound to us as undoubtedly utopia, yet food for us to drive us through our daily dull and drudgery with hopes. However this movie starkly reminds you that through your activities of winning and harming, making ourselves powerful and others weak, you make yourself incapable of such hopes. Seeing children deprived of innocence, manipulative, self destructive, infants being murdered, shudders you, sends a chill through your spine. You suddenly realise that if this is the fate of the world for all the decisions that you are taking today, you might re-think what you are doing today.
Lastly about the title, Bahman Ghobadi as quoted in “The Progressive” in an interview by Maria Garcia stated that the title is of immense importance to him. The turtles live a very long life and in that whole life they live half in water and half in land. This according to Ghobadi is similar to the lives of the Kurds who live their life partly amidst anguish and partly amidst Joy and like the slow moving turtle still manage to move forward balancing their crustacean burden at the top of their backs.