warren oates wrote:I watch films from Iran because I want to learn about the country
As an American born son of Iranian immigrants, I have always had a great deal of difficulty accepting, at times even tolerating Iranian cinema. Reason being that I find them depressing as they all too often represent a sadness, a melancholy if you will of the culture that is somewhat inaccurate but, cheered on by Western audiences as in my view it fits with the preconceived narrative they have about the country, or 'how it must be like' based on 'what we think we know'. In truth, the sensitive, depressed Persian is indeed a huge part of the culture's identity but, there is also a side of passion, one of carefree irreverence that Iranian cinema has failed to capture.
For example, when a few years ago at Lincoln Center I saw Bahman Ghobadi's, No One Knows The Truth About Persian Cats, I was elated as for the first time I was watching something that really showed Iran in a different light and then that ending. Oh that ending. At the Q&A with Ghobadi I got into a bit of an argument with him over it. He got angry, condescendingly pulling the 'I have no idea what life in Iran is like card' (total nonsense). Despite sensing audience hostility from both the Upper West Side 'intellectuals' and the Iranians who live in Neverneverland for me daring to question the man, I replied that he has no idea what it's like to grow up in America as an Iranian and it would be nice that if just once, an Iranian film left everybody feeling good, as opposed to people walking out saying, 'Shit, that's one fucked up place. I feel sorry for them.' I left out the part about how life in Iran can't be all that terrible if your ass is sitting here in Lincoln Center alongside your new hot girlfriend, Roxana Saberi (Iranian American journalist who was detained for a few months), with people fawning over you but, I digress. However, I knew I had hit on something as afterwards many sought me out to thank me for what I said.
Where Ghobadi, Kiarostami and the others have failed is where Farhadi here has triumphed. A Separation tells a story not out of Iran or what life is like for them but, rather of people. People just like you and I, whether from New York, London, Shanghai or Cape Town it doesn't matter. People aren't ready to learn about a so called mysterious people from a so called mysterious place until enough people shine a light reflecting how Iranians mirror the rest of us. Even with that said, Farhadi's genius and the reason why it is far and away the best cinema Iran has ever produced was that while relating Iranians to other earthlings he still managed to keep the distinct flavors and contradictions of Iranian identity, character. To illuminate this one step further, more than a few friends came back to me after watching it saying how much they felt they understood me better, this certainly never happened with other Iranian films and I believe speaks to something special about A Separation.
To be clear I'm not trashing Kiarostami, Panahi or the rest, they all certainly have their place. What I'm saying is that Iranians are an enigmatic people and for whatever reason Iranian directors have been all too focused with one side of that enigma until Farhadi's A Separation.