Abbas Kiarostami, Iran's most celebrated director, takes his audience on adriver's-eye view of the urban landscape of modern Tehran.
A boy (Amin Maher) climbs into the car and starts arguing with an unseendriver, his mother (Mania Akbari), who lectures her adolescent son on theliberation that her divorce has brought her. "Every time I step in the car you start," he shouts. She doggedly drills alesson in women’s rights into the defiant boy and he's downright insolent with hiseye-rolling carping and bratty screams until he literally flees theconversation by bailing out of the car. The long, unbroken take ends and wecut to the driver, an elegant woman in red lipstick, sunglasses, a colourful and a modest scarf.There's no doubt that Kiarostami is giving us a lesson in social politics,but the education lies in the mosaic pieced together from conversations andsituations. The prostitute climbs in because she assumes only a man would bedriving around Tehran at night. A woman pours her heart out when the manleaves her and our driver is surprisingly uncomforting. And Amin, the mouthychild who is alternately articulate and impulsively emotional, becomes afrightening glimpse into the next generation of men sure of the proper placeof women in Iranian society.
Iranian film night at the Caz barracka Books Barrack Street - Thursday 15th 8pm
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