Year Released: 2013
MPAA Rating: PG-13
Running Time: 130 minutes
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“I see screen writing as a bit like a math equation I have to solve,” Asghar Farhadi has explained. Because he’s an Iranian filmmaker-the first to win an Oscar (for 2011’s A Separation)-he’s under tremendous pressure to get that solution right, artistically and politically. If you screw up here, you get a Razzie. Over there you vanish into the twilight zone of the penal system. Or worse.
The same year A Separation was winning awards, for example, Iranian poet Hashem Shaabani was sentenced to death because authorities didn’t approve of his religious views. He was hanged last month. This may have something to do with the pains Farhadi takes to make his characters relatable to western audiences.
Urban, dressed like us, driving cars like ours and obsessed with their smart phones, they’re an advertisement for the Iran its government wants the world to believe is the norm. Where they differ from actual human beings, though, is the way they rarely talk about politics or religion. Farhadi knows what can come of that. His friend, filmmaker Jafar Panahi, is still serving a 2010 sentence.
So is it any wonder the writer-director tends to make the same movie over and over? It’s the movie he understands he’s permitted to make. As did A Separation, and Dancing in the Dust (2003), and Fireworks Wednesday (2006), and Canaan (2008), The Past regards the messy business of divorce in the context of a shifting cultural landscape. For someone who professes to enjoy a happy family life, the dude’s got breaking up on the brain.
In the words of the philosopher Neil Sedaka, it’s hard to do. This is the universal thread running through his work. What sets it apart is his proclivity for establishing a compelling premise, bringing well-defined characters to life and then piling on plot twists and sensational revelations until we realize what we’re watching is soap opera packaged as art.
The Past starts as the story of a Parisian played by The Artist’s Bérénice Bejo (looking spectacular in color) who asks her estranged husband (Ali Mosaffa) to return from Iran so they can finalize their divorce and so he can crash at her place at the same time her current boyfriend’s (Tahar Rahim) there. The film initially offers a restrained portrait of alternative domestic life.
The home’s filled with kids-Rahim’s son and daughters Bejo’s character’s had with other men. Mosaffa has an easy rapport with all of them. The one sign that things aren’t as idyllic as they seem: The older daughter (Pauline Burlet) is strangely uncomfortable around her mother’s lover. At this point the film morphs into a detective story with Mosaffa tracking down the cause of her discomfort.
The movie’s long and, regrettably, this allows Farhadi time to pile on even more melodramatic twists and revelations than usual. The string of surprises is all the narrative has to offer so I won’t comment on them except to say that five or ten minutes into hour three the film reaches a critical mass of preposterousness.
Love betrayal, grief, tragedy, regret, suspicion, guilt, cruelty, a coma, even the dry cleaning business factor into the mystery, though in ways which feel arbitrary. It’s not at all clear what the filmmaker’s trying to say but entirely conceivable he’s making a point of not making a point, of not saying the wrong thing by not saying anything.
As an attempt to solve a math equation, The Past is a glacially-paced and overwrought miscalculation. As an attempt to avoid controversy in a country where bad reviews can be bad for your health, though, it’s the picture of success.
Posted on February 19, 2014 in Reviews by Rick Kisonak
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