This film is going to win lots of
critical acclaim, but it will struggle to catch on in the
. Not just because it’s subtitled,
though that’s handicap enough with American audiences.
But the cultural context is
, which could not be any more foreign to North Americans.
And yet, the people on the screen just spring to life in a way that
wraps up the adventurous viewer willing to take a shot at something really
Tired of the old
formulas? “A Separation” blows away
any categorization. It feels like the
documentary of a harsh, incisive, gut-wrenching family drama, so powerful is
its storytelling, and its dramatic tensions.
We open with a poignant scene where the
camera takes the point of view of a “judge,” which seems to be a person
more like a court-appointed mediator. The
husband and the wife are sitting across his desk, presenting their (very
differing) points of view, and there are no other lawyers, advocates, or even
clerks present. Nader (Peyman Moaadi)
is the husband who doesn’t want to go emigrate with his wife, Simin, because
he feels he needs to stay at home to take care of his father (Ali-Asghar
Shahbazi), who has Alzheimer’s. Nor
does he want to grant her a divorce, for fear she will take their daughter,
Termeh (Sarina Farhadi). Apparently
current Persian law is similar to North American divorce law until the
1950’s, where one party had to “sue” the other for divorce, and if the
other wouldn’t grant it, then certain criteria (like adultery) had to be
Simin (Leila Hatami), for her part,
wants a better life for her daughter Termeh, and thinks that will not happen
in their current household situation. She
feels for Nader, but she’s going to classes, and (maybe temporarily, maybe
not) staying at her parent’s house, encouraging Termeh to come with her.
Termeh, for her part, understands that if she goes with her mother, her
father will never come with them, and her family will be forever divided, but
if she stays with her father, her mother might be desperate enough to return,
so she constantly begs her father to plead with her mother, which he’s too
proud to do.
Meanwhile, because his wife is no longer
in the house while he’s working, he has to hire a sitter, Razieh (Sareh
Bayat), who has a husband Hodjat, looking for work and a daughter she has to
bring with her, and still is shocked by needing to care for the personal needs
of the old man, but she has little choice. She’s
pregnant, and she’s desperately trying to keep her own family together.
The fact that Hodjat is an angry hothead doesn't help when Razieh and
Nader have a dispute that itself spills over into family court, with
accusations flying every which way, but people still trying to find their
center of personal integrity within this chaotic adversarial context.
If you get drawn into this movie as I
did, you’ll forget about the subtitles, you won’t notice the unusual
names, and you won’t even stumble over the cultural idiosyncracies (like the
women wearing the chador, particularly in public).
You’ll just sit there and empathize with everyone at once, and wish
fervently for some Solomon-like solution for them all.
This isn’t a popcorn movie.
It won’t play well if you try to watch it while doing the wash,
texting, or chatting. Its viewing
deserves your full attention. If
you’re brave enough to try it, you will be moved, despite yourself.
Dr. Ronald P. Salfen, Interim Pastor,
Stephen’s Presbyterian Church, Irving, Texas