Mossafer

Kiarostami's first feature (made some 15 years before he became the darling of the film festival circuit) tells the story of a troublesome, amoral 10 year old boy (Hassan Darabi), living in a small town in Iran, who wishes to go to Tehran to see Iran's national football team play an important match. To achieve that, he steals money from friends and neighbors through a series of scams. After a number of adventures, he finally reaches Tehran stadium at the time of the match, but there, and without giving totally away the ending, he ends up getting some sort of comeuppance (as usual by Kiarostami, there is a great final shot). One of the remarkable things of the movie is how driven is the boy in reaching his objective, never thinking how what he is doing will affect other people, even those that are closer to him. Also fascinating is the film look at Iranian football culture during the 70s (which wasn't very different to football culture in other countries at the time). Kiarostami has a very fine hand in telling a story sensitively, and he avoids the pretentiousness he showed in later films, after he has been acclaimed by European critics.

The precursor of WHERE IS THE FRIEND'S HOUSE. Genius, Iran master director, the man who draw the cinema to the fullest, Abbas Kiarostami's first feature film.

If there were a certain form for the moralizing film, and it must be the children-heading-film.

The children in the cinema, according to Bazin, is the most beguiling moral motif. We are expecting this innocent, naive, impeccable face I'm moralized. Like in GERMANY YEAR ZERO, the child's face had no changes between killing his father, committing suicide, and lost of game with his friends. And it is also granted with the actions that may not expected at that ages, it's a sheer experience of reverse social identities.

In THE TRAVELER, the kid, our hero, is the existence of unbounded, struggling in this ruthless system from his own flair, which is the fundamental of the cinema-the struggle between freedom and confinement.

The unexpectedly using of musics is wonderful. The ending shot is beautifully inane. Drives me cry.

Paris Theatre.

Mossafer is shot in black and white with non-professional actors (I believe with the exception of one character which is indeed performed by a professional actor).

There are two great strenghts in this film. First, it really knows how to tell a story. It's a story anyone could easily tell in a couple of minutes. Second, it is very realistic, it really transports us to different place in a different time.

The story will appeal to almost everyone who has been a child wanting to do or to have something in spite of the will of parents, teachers or society in general. Luckily for us, the film is economical in the way it tells the story. There are no meaningless scenes or boring long shots as is usual in this kind of author cinema. It is no surprise that the film runs under 90 minutes.

During this eighty something minutes we are taken to the town of Malayer, roughly 400 km southwest of Tehran. The year is unknown, but we are probably in the late 1960s or early 1970s (the film was released in 1974). In Malayer, we get to know many boys whose life seems to revolve around school, home and playing football whenever possible. We also get acquainted with a few adults (parents, teachers, shop owners or passerbys).

One thing that somehow transpires with all these characters is a sense of dignity all these persons possess. No matter if the father punishes the son with his belt (as we are told, although not seen), or if the teachers are brutal and have little interest wether the boys learn or not or even if the main character uses quite unethical and even illegal schemes to pursue his objective of going to Tehran to watch the Iran's national team playing: they all have their legitimate desires and no one can take their dignity away.

All in all, this is a film that resonates and stays with us for many days. I would not call it a masterpiece but it is certainly a very special film.

Kiarostami's first feature film. If you've seen any of his later children's movies (e.g., Where Is the Friend's Home?), you'll definitely recognize this as from the same filmmaker. I didn't think it was particularly good, though. Hassan Darabi stars as Quassem, a 12 year-old boy who spends his entire life getting in trouble at school or with his nagging mother. He is kind of a bad boy, and pretty much deserves whatever he gets. The story revolves around Quassem trying to get enough money to attend a soccer match in Tehran. It's hard to really like the film because Quassem is such a brat. He inspires little sympathy. Yes, he does get his comeuppance, and that final bit of the film is sort of satisfying, but there's not much to the film otherwise. Most of it consists of Quassem and a friend bilking the people around them for pocket change, with maybe a good quarter of the film consisting of his annoying mother bitching him out about not doing his homework. This is now available from Criterion, on the Close-Up DVD (or at least the Blu Ray).

Abbas Kiarostami has such a way of tugging on one's heartstrings, and in this case it's over a boy who may not be an obvious choice to empathize with. He's already been held back a grade in school and still isn't doing his homework, and we'll soon see him stealing and running scams in a desperate attempt to raise the money necessary to go see a soccer match in Tehran, nearly 400km away. That scheme will only work if he sneaks out of the house at night without his parents' knowledge, and take an overnight bus ride to a city he's completely unfamiliar with. Hey, I thought I was crazy about sports.

True to his deep sense of humanism it doesn't feel like Kiarostami is judging anyone here, but I felt a subtle critique of the adults in this boy's life, those that have shaped him the most. His father is completely apathetic as to his lack of attention in school, and his mother is illiterate and very busy with all of her household tasks, so she struggles to check up on him too. Meanwhile, the teacher is rather mean, something we see when he tells the boy he hopes his tooth rots (when the boy is feigning a toothache), and later administering physical punishment with full permission of the mother. He takes the boy's soccer magazine because it isn't appropriate to read in class, but then sits down and begins reading it himself as another child continues with the lesson.

The simple story avoids melodrama and works because it feels so authentic - these are the kinds of dumb things kids do, with little thought to repercussions. The actor playing the main character, Hassan Darabi, does a great job, completely melting into the part, and there are all sorts of endearing little moments, like the expressions on the kids' faces while they think he's taking their portraits (he's just pocketing their money instead). Kiarostami is incredibly restrained, something I thought impressive for just his second feature film, as the big moment at the soccer game is understated, and he doesn't carry on with emotional scenes afterwards. Aside from wondering how this kid will get home and what will happen to him when he does, I wondered where he would be in ten or twenty years, as he seems resourceful and motivated for the thing he cares about, but lacks positive guidance. Wisely, Kiarostami doesn't sew things up, letting the viewer decide. Great stuff.