Mashgh-e Shab

The Iranian documentary Mashgh-e Shab (1989) was shown in the U.S. with the translated title Homework. It was written and directed by Abbas Kiarostami.

Kiarostami is a great documentary director. I think he's almost at the level of Frederick Wiseman. However there are important differences between Wiseman and Kiarostami.

Wiseman never appears onscreen in his movies. Kiarostami is on the screen constantly. He's the one who asks the children each question. Wiseman lets the camera roll, records what he sees and hears, and presents us with the edited version of reality. Kiarostami continually (too often) shows us the cinematographer at work, reminding us that we're watching something that isn't organic. Both filmmakers create a reality, but Wiseman is subtle, and Kiarostami isn't.

The movie is dated 1989, but it was certainly produced earlier, because there are references to the Iran-Iraq war, which ended in 1988. It may have been made earlier than the great film Where is the Friend's House? (Where is the Friend's House is dated 1987.)

In any case, both movies feature the question of homework, and its importance in the Iranian educational system.

In this documentary, Kiarostami interviews about 20 first- and second-grade students, mostly about homework. He's especially interested in why they often don't finish their homework. Some of their answers are probably self-serving, but most of their answers appear genuine.

In the first place, about 1/3 of the students have parents who are illiterate. For many of the literate parents, the "new math" is beyond their comprehension. And, of course, the parents are tired from work and from caring for their large families. (Most of the children have multiple siblings.) Often the students get help from distant relatives. One child is helped by the landlord's daughter. One child is helped by his sister. He has scratch marks on his face. He tells matter-of-factly tells Kiarostami that his sister scratched him.

The problem is that teachers aren't interested in excuses. They're interested in homework. One student, who clearly has mental health issues, was punished by his first-grade teacher, who hit him so hard with a ruler that the ruler broke.

Most of the children expect punishment when they don't do their schoolwork. They get hit in school, and they get hit at home. (Often with a belt.) They are matter of fact about this.

The movie is enlightening, but very sad. My hope is that these children, who were becoming literate, would treat their children better than they were treated. However, I have no way to know if this is true.

We saw this film as an extra on the same Criterion DVD as Where is the Friend's House. It will work independently, but I'm sure that some people will find it boring or excessive. However, clearly most people enjoyed it--it has an very high IMDb rating of 7.9. I rated it 9.

I had the great privilege of being invited with several other students to sample " herbal tea " and documentaries at the home of a university film tutor who we shall call Tony . Ah yes " herbal tea " and I'm educated enough to know what a euphemism is . Tony was a perfect host and as we waited for the herbal tea to brew we stood admiring his book collection . Every book on philosophy was on view as was every book written by every film critic . Tony returned to the living room carrying a tray containing herbal tea and cake to which we helped ourselves . We discussed amid much chin rubbing what documentary we should watch . I was too interested in the herbal tea to take part in the ballot but the students took a vote and it was decided we would watch Abbas Kiarostami's HOMEWORK and I sat back on the sofa waiting for the herbal tea to take effect . Unfortunately I quickly realised two things . Firstly that the "herbal tea " was herbal tea and not cannabis leaves and secondly that HOMEWORK was going to be a rather boring documentary

The documentary gets off to what might be classed as a vaguely interesting start has lines of Persian boys aged about 7 or 8 years old shouting " DOWN WITH SADDAM " which gives you a clue what period it was filmed . It goes down downhill from here though due to Kiarostami insisting on filming the documentary via talking head interviews . Hence we see a male child being asked " Do you do your homework ? " or " Who helps you with your homework ? " or " do you get beaten if you don't do your homework " or " Do you watch cartoons " . This goes on and on ad nuseuem and quickly becomes tedious . It also begs the question as to what the audience are actually learning via these interviews . Is it even revealed what the cartoons are ?

There are some interesting comments such as when a child says his father captured a couple of Iraqi sailors , chopped their heads off and threw their bodies into the sea ( Compare this how Iran presently treats captured sailors ) , the wailing child who hopefully hasn't found courage in the interceding years and is now employed as head of the Iranian army and the father who rambles on and on only stopping to say " Would you like to ask me a question ? " . There's one other interesting point and that is the amount of children who want to become engineers and you can't help wondering if they went on to build a nuclear power plant

But this is a fairly uninteresting and dare I say pointless documentary and I don't want to say anything more positive about it as you may feel as disappointed by it as I was disappointed by Tony's herbal tea . I'll certainly be taking advantage of my host's hospitality in the near future but I doubt if I'll be going out of my way to watch anymore Abbas Kiarostami documentaries

I've only recently discovered Kiarostami. In the last few weeks I've watched "The Wind will Carry Us", "Under the Olive Trees" and now "Homework". Yes, they are slow. No they are not action packed, exciting or epic. But in each case, I'm glad I persevered. "Homework" is probably the slowest of the three I've seen, and I have to admit I did consider giving up after half an hour or so. But when it finished, I was very glad I'd watched it. The conclusion is very moving, but has to be seen in the context of the whole film, so don't just jump to the end.

What his films show you is that Iranian people are very much like you and me. Each has his or her own problems and concerns. Kiarostami finds beauty and intensity in what appear to be mundane situations. He has a great eye for simple situations which have wider implications. A great director.

Comprised mostly of interviews of 6-year-old kids who've had problems getting their homework done at a public school in Tehran, patterns begin emerging that form the basis for a criticism of the education system in Iran in 1989. At the heart of it is learning by rote, with a sizable percentage of parents, illiterate themselves, ill-equipped to help their children at home. The kids painfully know what corporal punishment is, most often in the form of a parent hitting them with a belt, but few ever having received a reward or encouragement. They chant invectives against Iraq and Saddam Hussein, just a year removed from the eight year war that killed hundreds of thousands of people, and they chant religious dogma lauding Ali and their Shi'ite faith. At one point an adult is interviewed, and he comments that creativity and critical reasoning should be fostered, comparing the state of affairs in Iran to other countries, and fearing for the future.

It's certainly sad to see these little faces reveal their lives to Kiarostami's simple questions, and the film is not short on emotional power. On the downside, I didn't much care for the frequent cuts back to the cameraman focusing on the kids, even if the intent of this(?) was to remind viewers of the power dynamic, and why kids would be lying by saying they preferred homework to cartoons; regardless, it seemed overdone to me. I also didn't like the cruelty Kiarostami showed to the last child, who was absolutely terrified of being interviewed alone, and yet got badgered with questions. This was undoubtedly left in the film to show how traumatized and fragile a child could be in this system; his troubles apparently stemming back to having been beaten by a teacher with a ruler so hard that it broke. He only snaps out of his anxiety when asked to sing a religious song, which he then belts out with confidence, which was an ominous warning of what the system was producing. It's a brilliant moment, but the ends didn't justify the means, and I was left conflicted by what I had seen. It's a documentary worth seeing though, and I wish we could see how these kids, now nearing 40, turned out.

This documentary is released in 1989, but obviously is filmed at least 2 or 3 years before that, as they talk several times about the war with Saddam.

Even though I was born in 1991, and didn't went to school until 1996 (almost 10 years after this documentary is filmed) but I totally understand this little, innocent fellas, Because I raised under the same toxic educational system. Everyday, I faced emotional abuse as well as physical abuse of myself or my classmates in the school. To be honest, I really do not remember even a single happy day at school, and that makes me really sad.

By watching this documentary, I remembered that I had a teacher in elementary school who touched kids too, in a sexual manner. Even though I didn't let him touch me and he refused to do that again after one or two tries, but I had seen sexual abuse of my friends in the class, in front of other classmates. We were under pressure, and we never educated to talk about sexual abuse, it was a shame for ourselves to talk about such things, and they did what they wanted with us, with no worries at all.

Watching this documentary bring back all those bad memories of school years. I feel pitty for myself, my classmates, and my generation in general.

It was by far the hardest film I have ever seen. My eyes was wet all over the film, for several times, I had to pause it for minutes and take a walk before continue watching it, and just before ending, when that poor little fella started singing Ey Khoda (O God), by hearing the first verse, I couldn't control myself anymore and started crying. Only those who raised in such educational system, can fully understand emotional and physical abuse that this Kiarostami is trying to picture.

P. S. For those of you who are wondering about current status of the education system of Iran, well, even though I do not have a kid myself, but as I know, educational system is changed a lot, in a good way, physical abuse is forbidden and homeworks are much less than before, but it is still far from an ideal system. Even today, we still read in news about physical abuse in school (several poor little fellas hospitalized or even died, and I'm sure there is much more cases which do not goes public at all).