It is a beautiful read. While it assimilates thoughts and contexts of and around K’s films, at the same time, it has its own unassuming humble stand on the subject.
The book relooks into almost all of K’s films, starting with the highly structured, pedagogical and moralistic (short) films that he made under the aegis of Kanun, an institutional association spanning for many many years in K's career. The films that he made amidst Iran’s political imbroglio and a spine breaking censorship regime include Bread & Alley, Breaktime, A suit for wedding, The Experience,The Traveller,The Toothache etc which were dedicatedly exploring the undeterred spirit of the child / adolescent protagonists who were on their own devices (on a journey of initiation and self discovery) and in the process, learnt something.
The book documents K’s growth as a film maker. His films are very much embedded in the cultural, social and political fabric of Iran and yet cannot be reduced to just those. The only constant that remained in his films were their ever transience, and their ever transcendence from the established forms and structures with their lyrical and poetical linguistics, their attempt at ‘re-educating the gaze’. K’s films were cinematic equivalent of the rich Persian poetry, something that he was besotted with. His frequent references to Khayyam, Hafeez, Rumi, Seferi, Farrokhzad etc through a symbolic iconography bear testimony.
During the Islamic Revolution of the 1979, ideological polarisation and repression had reached their height. Except the very safe and unquestioning entertainment films, cinema saw its dark times. K made films that depicted the ‘society as a metaphor for conflict’ like the Case No. 1, Case No. 2 , Orderly or Disorderly?, Fellow citizen, First Graders, Homework etc.
The Islamic revolution lead to a considerable liberalisation in Iran’s film making culture with the govt. extending subsidies and some more relaxation in the censorship norms. Besides K, other Iranian directors like Saless, Mejhrui, Naderi, Beyzai were also making distinguished films and have influenced K’s works in ways more than one. Though the banning regime continued, but K among others, made some brilliant films, films that unfolded layers of reality. The voyage of the child protagonist in Where is the Friend’s Home?, often oversimplified for an apparently simple narrative, unfolds an adult world hostile to children. The man , in Close Up, chasing his object of desire, the pursuit of which makes him alienated from the world . The undaunted human will to live and thrive, reduced to its primitive instincts in the face of an apocalypse in Life and Nothing More. A post apocalyptic couple exploring the nuances of their relationship in Through the Olive Trees, a film that dissolves boundaries between fiction and real. Taste of Cherry, heretic in its form and content , is often misunderstood for its uncertainty, an element that remains typically Kiarostamian.
With the democratisation of Iran in the early 1990s leading to the formation of the Khatami govt.,the latter promised to facilitate ‘dialogues between civilisations’, K’s international acclaim brought him a huge support from beyond the borders. Although his films have often been accused of being exclusively curated for the foreign film festivals , and have been pompously labelled as ‘humanistic’ (a label that K has time and again denied).
With every film, he went on an exploration of the ‘hic et nunc', of a reality, not in its puritanical sense, but one that questioned the Absolute truth. K , therefore, didn’t shy away from lies , in order to attempt at finding a greater truth. His austere film making style , a minimalism quite akin to the Persian tradition of miniature art, the Persian spiritual tradition, his continuous attempts at making films ‘without crew, camera’ i.e. the supposed essentials, his strict ethics of the image, his narrative obscurity all lend him a towering repute and yet K stands in his complete humility , on an expeditious self journey towards his love for films.
The author maintains in the end, Kiarostami’s films are above all about tolerance. A tolerance that doesn’t defy or belittle or declare anything, one that conserves traditions and yet remains open and humble to the unknown.
Highly highly recommended! I