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A Time To Cheer Our Horses
By Saeed Ganji
saeed@tehranavenue.com
May 2010
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I see the warm reception of {Bahman Ghobadi}’s latest movie by people and critiques every where, and compare this to the fairly cold shoulders it has received by some of the more hip intellectual circles inside the country, and I ask myself: what the hell is the matter with us?

Let’s review Nobody Knows About Persian Cats briefly: a successful and experienced Iranian director has made a semi-documentary “Indy” movie about Iranian underground rock-and-rollers and the problems they face. The genre suggests typical strong and weak points about the movie. These films are by definition created in a short time and with minimum budget and are void of expensive or time-consuming intricacies. A scene is typically “printed” within a couple of takes and is an indication more of the improvisational skills of the actors and the cinematographer than their philosophy or true abilities. This, in the hand of the right director, can be quite interesting. Successful movies of this genre, like Clerks and Me and You and Everyone We know, say what they have to say as simply and of course as artistically as possible, and that’s it. The audience, too, knows what to expect and not to expect from movies of this sort, and recognize their values instantly. With this criteria, I have to say that Ghobadi’s Persian Cats… fares very well when compared to the best movies of its own genre: it is simple yet elegant, full of artistic details of the best kind, and most importantly, quite entertaining.

Now let’s talk a minute about the goals of the movie and the conditions under which it was made. The movie aims to shed light on the life of a group of young Iranians with incredible artistic talent who, faced with misunderstandings and doubts by both the society and their government, see migrating from Iran as the only viable route. The movie was made under incredibly difficult conditions, as described by countless other filmmakers. Conditions so impossible in fact, that Mr. Ghobadi chose to not even bother applying for that “special permission” and hence faced innumerable legal problems because of it. He had to make the movie in the shortest of time and with a scant script while contending with myriad problems that face every filmmaker anywhere. The result is a realistic, even if incomplete, document that shares a very complex human experience fantastically.

The film is not completely void of contradictions and mistakes, but it does accomplish all of its goals successfully. For example we witness a few rehearsal sessions by several different bands whose songs have been selected very intelligently and captivate us with sheer, raw talent of these musicians. A feature film suddenly turns into a documentary and now we identify with these characters so strongly that we worry about their fate. At the end, Persian Cats… is both interesting and realistic, and introduces a subject very near and dear to audiences everywhere in the world, especially those who are into music. The movie does get a bit boring and confusing at times, like when the security forces confiscate the protagonists’ dog from their car -- an event that does not seem to fit anywhere within the story line. So, under different conditions Mr. Ghobadi might have made a somewhat different movie, but if you like low-cost movies, these are not serious issues and we cut the director a bit more leeway.

Some of our friends complain about the movie being a cliché, which I don’t even understand. After all, how many movies have there been made about the underground music scene in Iran? How can you introduce a subject for the first time, make it very realistic, and be labeled a cliché?

Another complaint is that the message of the movie is that our musicians should leave Iran, and that just isn't right. But if our hypersensitive friends pay closer attention they will notice that during the entire movie going abroad is mentioned as a necessary and inescapable evil. After all, no musician would consider leaving his country (and his audience) to be the ideal thing to do, unless he’s a bit cuckoo.

There’s yet another criticism leveled at this movie and that has to do with the orientalist point of view of the movie. Quite frankly, I doubt that these people understand fully what they’re talking about because I have never read anything that explains this problem precisely and clearly. It’s easy to use coded language and innuendos and have a group of like-minded friends agree with you, but elucidating this point of view so that others can understand and either learn from or criticize it is something else.

But the thing that really irritates me is the recurring image of the entire world hailing an Iranian while we act like envious cousins trying to spoil the party. Virtually all of our successful artists are familiar with the feeling of being stabbed in the back by their colleagues and supposed friends. I’m not saying that every single criticism against this movie is based on personal resentments, but their timing is just so bad. I sincerely wished we realized there is a time for constructive and positive criticism, and another for celebrating the one amongst us who seems to have successfully climbed the ladder all of us contend with.

I remember there was an internet poll a few years back to see who is the best footballer in the world. We Iranians clicked with such fervor on our mice that, at the end, {Ali Daie}, the once captain of Iranian National Team and later its coach, was chosen! Of course, the entire event was more an indication of how nationalistic, and of course insensitive, we can be than how good or popular Mr. Daie was. When I think about it though, I say our football fans have got it right. I mean, if I have to do the wrong thing, at least let it be too much nationalism than too little.



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