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: Arts Review
: Film
Festivals
2000 Toronto International Film Festival - Part 3
Why are these women escaping?
The Circle, directed by Jafar Panahi, screenplay by
Kambozia Partovi, based on an original work by Panahi
By Joanne Laurier
2 October 2000
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Jafar Panahi's latest film, The Circle, earns the Iranian
filmmaker a place as one of the world's most courageous artists.
As Panahi indicated in an interview with the WSWS, also
posted today, the film was created in the face of official disapproval.
It has not been shown publicly in Iran, although it won the Golden
Lion as best film at the recent Venice film festival. Meeting
the director, described by an associate as someone who makes no
compromises, one immediately recognizes a man of deep, even painfully
deep conviction and feeling. His previous works, The White
Balloon (1995) and The Mirror (1997), are beautiful,
sensitive films which, like many products of the Iranian cinema,
circumvented the censor by speaking through children.
The Circle is a different matter. Panahi sees the new
work as an artistically more mature piece. It is his examination,
as he indicated to us, of the fate of his child characters, so
to speak, when they grow up. The difficulties of childhood now
assume quite different proportions. In any event, from our perspective,
it is hard not to see the film as a product also of the changing
political and social landscape in Iran.
The social dilemma announces itself immediately in the film's
pre-credit sequence: a mother's moans from birthing pain. A child
arrives, a joyous occasion? It is a girl; the anguished grandmother
flees the maternity ward. The sonograms, which prognosticated
a boy, were wrong. Her son-in-law's family will abandon her daughter.
The grandmother runs away as the in-laws arrive.
Outside the hospital, two women are also on the run. One older,
Arezou, one younger, Nargess, are trying to get bus fare. They
must get away. They must get to Nargess' village, that is the
solution to their problems. They pass a stall offering a reproduction
of a Van Gogh landscape for sale. Nargess excitedly identifies
this as a depiction of her village, their safe haven and repository
of hope. The less naive and more experienced Arezou says nothing.
But later, after obtaining money by questionable means, she won't
get on the bus: I couldn't handle it if your paradise didn't
exist. It's a moment that breaks your heart.
After putting Nargess on the bus, Arezou runs off. As it turns
out, much to the dismay of the spectator who wishes she would
get on the bus and escape, Nargess can't bear to leave the tangible
Arezou for her intangible dreams about which she may have her
own doubts, and disembarks. She is eighteen, with a bruised face,
growing older by the moment, and there is no paradise.
Always on the run and fearful, Nargess and Arezou are apparently
escapees. Or, as the production notes suggest, are they on work
release? It's a matter of indifference. Their dress is that of
prison inmates. One is viewing, not criminals, but victims, not
prison walls, but social reality. What are the crimes and who
is committing them?
After being separated from Arezou, Nargess goes to enlist the
help of a fellow former inmate, Pari, who has escaped and needs
to obtain an abortion. The baby's father has been executed three
or four months ago. Again, the reasons for Pari's incarceration
and her lover's execution remain unknown. Pari seeks out another
former inmate. Now working in a hospital and married to a doctor
who might desert her if he became aware of her past, the woman
cannot help Pari. Respectability and safety have been too hard-won.
Back on the streets, Pari encounters a mother who is forced
by economic circumstance to abandon her little girl. Obviously
devoted to the child, the distraught woman leaves her daughter
in front of a hotel. Crouching behind a car as she watches her
child, she tells Pari: This is the third time I've tried
to leave her. What kind of condition would drive a woman
to take such a course of action? It's almost unimaginable. Pari
cannot have her child, this mother cannot keep her child.
The mother dejectedly starts walking away and is offered a
ride. She knows what it means, but she accepts. The man who picked
her up is a policeman, on the look-out for prostitutes. The cop
drives to a checkpoint where other officers have arrested a jaded
prostitute and her client.
In the final sequence, the principal characters are reunited
in a jail-cell. The guard asks for the woman whose name was called
out in the film's first scene. One suddenly realizes that the
opening sequence took place in the maternity ward of a prison.
In or out of jail, all the women, and men, are inmates. The
simplest desire, for example, to have a cigarette, is continually
suppressed by the women themselves in fear of an unseen authority.
The desire for a smoke binds them and brands them as outcasts.
No relief is permitted them. Only in the end, when the women are
in custody, is the proscription lifted.
All the segments are incomplete in themselves, but by the end
the circle is formed. No questions are answered, only posed: who
are the real criminals and where do prison boundaries begin and
end? The look of the film, dark with the occasional splash of
color (the Van Gogh and the little girl's dress), tells us as
much about the state of things as the dialogue.
The relationship of the camera to its subjects is markedly
different in The Circle than in Panahi's two previous films.
Particularly in The White Balloon, and to a lesser degree
in The Mirror, the characters tend to be shot from a distance.
In The Circle, the pain and anguish which afflicts the
characters, is unabashedly shown by the close-ups. The medium
shots allow for moments of recovery, and at all times the filmmaker's
commitment to his subjects is total. The pervasive and deliberately
ugly' or raw quality, in an inverse aesthetic, makes any
attempt by the viewer to find solace difficult.
See Also:
An interview with Jafar Panahi,
director of The Circle
[2 October 2000]
2000 Toronto International
Film Festival - Part 1
Who makes up the artistic vanguard today?
[25 September 2000]
2000 Toronto International
Film Festival--Part 2
Without flinching
Bye Bye Africa, written and directed by Mahamat-Saleh Haroun
[28 September 2000]
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