Directed by: Asghar Farhadi.
Written by: Asghar Farhadi.
Starring: Bérénice Bejo (Marie Brisson), Tahar Rahim (Samir), Ali Mosaffa (Ahmad), Pauline Burlet (Lucie), Elyes Aguis (Fouad), Jeanne Jestin (Léa), Sabrina Ouazani (Naïma), Babak Karimi (Shahryar), Valeria Cavalli (Valeria).
I
remember in the wake of the success
Asghar Farhadi’s A Separation (2011), which won the Foreign Language Film
Oscar, there was talk of an American remake – which struck me as a particularly
bad idea. A Separation was so rooted in Iranian culture and tradition, that
while you could transplant to America if you wish, you would likely lose most
of what was special about it in the first place. Farhadi’s new film, The Past,
isn’t an American one, and isn’t a remake of A Separation, but I think it still
proves my point. The Past is set in France, and while there are Iranian
characters in it, it is still very much a French film. In many ways, it seems
like Farhadi is trying to repeat the success of A Separation in a different
location – once again there is a separating couple at its core, a dysfunctional
family, and horrific secrets, and once again, we don’t get all the pieces to
put together the puzzle until the end of the movie. Yet while A Separation was
a devastating movie, The Past left me oddly cold – the whole movie feels
manufactured and phony – like a Hollywood remake of your favorite foreign film.
A
Separation hinged upon a miscarriage – that may or may not have been caused
when the father in the movie threw their maid and care worker for his elderly
father out of the house for allegedly stealing. What followed was a tense
movie, as the couple at the core were already planning on separating, since she
wants to leave Iran, and he refused. The film brought up interesting religious,
moral and cultural issues. Such issues are not really touched upon at all in
The Past – true, both of the men in Marie’s life that we see are Muslim – but
other than a brief moment when Ahmad’s old friend tells him “I told you before,
you have to be either here or there – you have to choose” – the fact that they
are Muslim, and immigrants, is pretty much beside the point. It doesn’t help
that both men are pretty thinly designed characters anyway – Ahmad isn’t so
much a person in this movie, as a saint, coming back from an extended period of
time, and trying to help this troubled family through some difficult times
(that none of the kids are his, pretty much leaves him off the hook for
everything – and you have to wonder why the hell he’s putting himself through
this). Mosaffa’s performance helps bring out a few layers that don’t appear to
have been there in a screenplay, but he can only do so much. Rahim’s Samir is a
passive character for much of the time – we cannot tell until close to the end
of the movie if he cares at all about his wife in a coma, or if she’s now just
an inconvenience to her. Bejo – who won the Best Actress prize at Cannes this
year (although, the fact that the Spielberg led jury took the unprecedented
step of insisting the two actresses from Blue is the Warmest Color share the
Palme D’or that film won, I think it’s safe to assume even they didn’t think
hers was the best performance in the competition) fares much better than either
of her male co-stars – because she’s given more to do. Having said that, even
her character is fairly one note for much of the movie – unless she’s flying
into teenage girl like rages. It’s a tricky role, and for the most part Bejo
handles it well – or at least as well as it could have been handled.
The
bigger problem with the screenplay though is the plotting. Everything in the
movie hinges of the suicide attempt and coma of Samir’s wife – and Farhadi
drops in revelations about what really happened like bombs through the
narrative – just as everything seems to be settling down from one explosion,
another one hits, and the movie is sent reeling again. It’s effective the first
few times, but Farhadi uses the device far too often throughout the film.
I
realize this review is probably sounds like I hated The Past – I didn’t really,
although I don’t think it’s a very good movie either. The performances are as
good as they can be – I was impressed with Bejo, who shows a completely
different side of herself than the one she showed in The Artist (although I do
think that Marion Cotillard, who was originally cast, but had to drop out would
have brought even more to the role). Mosaffa brings a nice layer or regret and
grief to his role as Ahmad – I still do not believe he would subject himself to
what he does in the movie, but the performance itself cannot be faulted.
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