Mossafer

The Iranian film "Mossafer" was shown in the United States with the title "The Traveler (1974)." The movie was written and directed by Abbas Kiarostami.

Hassan Darabi plays Qassem, a ten-year-old-boy who lives in a small city in Iran. Qassem is obsessed with soccer. When he's not playing it, he's thinking or dreaming about it. Although he's obviously intelligent, he fails subjects because he doesn't do his homework, and he has irregular attendance, and lack of motivation.

What motivates Qassem, as we learn when the movie begins, is the intense desire to travel to Tehran to watch an important soccer match. Because he has no money, he has to cheat and steal to obtain the funds.

He does manage to get the money and travel to Tehran. The last third of the film chronicles his experiences in and around the soccer stadium.

This is an intimate movie about a troubled young man. Even Qassem himself realizes that his methods for obtaining the money are wrong--Kiarostami includes a dream sequence when he is being beaten as punishment for his scams. On the other hand, it's hard not to admire his determination and perseverance.

"The Traveler" is an fascinating movie. In "Close-up (1990)", one of Kiarostami's great films, the protagonist says, "I am the child from 'The Traveler' who was left behind." So, obviously, the film has made its mark on Iranian culture.

The final scene ranks with the great last moments of "The 400 Blows." It's a film ending you'll never forget.

The movie is rough and grainy, as you'd expect from a film made 40 years ago in Iran. Even so, it's worth finding and seeing. We saw it on DVD, and it worked well on the small screen. The Criterion DVD package of "Close-up" includes "The Traveler" as a bonus. My suggestion would be to find that DVD, watch "The Traveler" first, and then watch "Close-up." Both of the movies will repay your time and effort.

The Traveler (Abbas Kiarostami, 1974) Filmspotting had a positive review of the Kiarostami film Close-Up, so I thought I'd give it a go as my knowledge of Iranian films is very slight. When I got it via Netflix, I discovered there was a separate feature on the DVD (I love when that happens!) so on a whim I tried the extra out first.

The Traveler is good enough to have warranted its own DVD release, although I'm glad it was included on Close-Up. Kiarostami later referred to it as his first picture, and it's about as good a one as I've seen (short of something like Citizen Kane maybe). The main character is a young boy who will do whatever it takes (including steal and scam) to be able to afford to go to a soccer match in Tehran. I couldn't help but laugh at some of the stunts he pulled, even knowing that if he was my kid I'd have been appalled.

The director manages in The Traveler to make the boy a sympathetic character even after you see what he does: for all his questionable behavior (and who at that age doesn't exhibit questionable behavior at some point?) I relate to his loneliness and sadness, and even some of his obsessiveness in pursuing what he wants. The film reminds me of The 400 Blows (as I'm sure it's supposed to) but in some ways it is actually more successful than that Truffaut film in balancing humor with pathos. The final five minutes in particular are terrific.

If this is considered a minor work by Kiarostami, then he could well be added to my list of favorite directors soon. 8/10

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.

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.

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.