The Wind Will Carry Us
Director: Abbas Kiarostami
Starring: Behzad Dorani
I can’t help myself – the more I see Kiarostami’s work, the more I’m fascinated by it. Part of me doesn’t really understand why. The latest of his I’ve seen, The Wind Will Carry Us is, on the surface, frustratingly meandering, with no clear sense of purpose – or, for that matter, narrative. Usually that sort of movie drives me nuts. But my goodness, take a moment to peel back the outer layer, and suddenly this new world opens before your eyes, one with meaning and poignancy and symbolism and, well, just so much more to offer than simple “plot.”
The story – which is not the focus of the film, to be very clear – is about a man from the city (Dorani) who comes with a small crew to a small village in the country. His purpose there is a bit of a mystery, and he tells everyone he is an engineer. He befriends a small boy and keeps asking him questions about the boy’s dying grandmother. He keeps getting cell phone calls, but has to drive his Jeep up the side of a hill in order to answer the call. He drinks tea, borrows milk, chats with his neighbor, enjoys the hospitality of the townspeople… and, well, that’s about it.
Usually films like this infuriate me. Nothing happens. If anyone reading this is stunned by my enjoyment of such a film, trust me, I’m a little in shock myself. But with Kiarostami, he does it in such a way as to draw me in, to hypnotize me, to get me thinking about, well, lots of stuff.
The incredibly simple story raises big questions: city/technology versus country, the ethics of being a “good” person, life and death, and even gender issues. Behzad Dorani, who I’m certain follows in the Kiarostami tradition of being a non-professional actor, is the vessel through which nearly all of these questions are explored. There is not a single scene he isn’t in, and very few shots in which he doesn’t appear.
Life and death are examined on several levels, the most obvious of which is through Behzad’s constant questioning about the health of the ill grandmother. He seems rather obsessed with her condition, and is, in fact, anxiously awaiting her death. He and his crew have several conversations about it, frustratingly saying they wish they could speed up the Angel of Death. We see death fleetingly appear again towards the end of the film when a man digging a ditch is in the hole when rocks fall in on him. Curiously, Behzad, who seems so obsessed with waiting for the death of sickly grandmother, rushes to the man’s aid, calling for help from nearby visitors; his actions spare the man his life. We hear Behzad console his parents in a phone conversation early on; apparently, a friend of theirs has died, but Behzad won’t be able to make it home for the funeral. The hilltop to which Behzad must drive to in order to receive cell phone calls from his employers in the Big City is also the village’s cemetery. He walks amongst the grave, completely unaware that the spot that connects him to his “life” is the same one the villagers have chosen for “death,” comically yelling at his boss over the phone in frustration. It’s a fascinating juxtaposition. Meanwhile, Kiarostami shows us many depictions of the perseverance of life to contrast with this death imagery. Behzad, in a cruel act of irate boredom, purposely flips over a tortoise, leaving the animal apparently helpless on its back. Behzad walks off, angrily pleased in causing pain; however, we immediately cut back to the tortoise to see it righting itself. Behzad’s neighbor is a very pregnant woman; he jokes with her about how produce sown in winter ripens in the summer. The next scene we see, the woman is no longer pregnant, but right back to work around the house, just carrying a small child. The sickly grandmother remains completely offscreen, but we learn through the film that her condition is actually improving. Farm animals run joyously rampant throughout the village, and Kiarostami freely shows us the gorgeous landscapes that surround the village, constantly connecting us back to nature, that ultimate life-giver. In a significant conversation at the end of the film, Behzad talks with a doctor who has so little to do, he admits that he spends most of his time simply observing nature. Behzad says that the beauty of the next world, Heaven, is surely greater than that here on Earth, to which the doctor replies that no one who has seen the beauty of Heaven has returned to Earth to confirm this. The doctor then tells Behzad what he must hear, to stop anxiously waiting for death, to enjoy the life he is given. Stop hurtling forward without appreciating the small things that make life worth living.
Phew. So we have, on one level, a very discreet treatise on the meaning of life and death. Another major issue I saw several times throughout the film was the issue of gender roles. The only adult men we see, other than Behzad, are very old. This is explained by the fact that the film is set in summer, and all the men are out in the fields farming. This is significant, as it means that Behzad is our only representative of “Man” in the film; even Behzad’s crew are only heard, never seen; the man in the ditch that Behzad saves is never seen, despite the multiple conversations Behzad has with him. Women, on the other hand, are found everywhere. The voice on the other end of Behzad’s phone is a woman, clearly Behzad’s boss, and she seems to be ordering him around quite a bit. Then there is the elderly café owner who argues vehemently that women work just as hard as men. Behzad smiles drolly at her, tries to take her picture, but she immediately admonishes him and shuts him up. The pregnant woman who gives birth then immediately returns to her household work astounds Behzad; he cannot comprehend such a feat. Most interesting to me was the young girl that Behzad catches running away from her lover. He recognizes her by her dress later when he asks her mother for milk. Behzad descends to a small cellar to get the milk from the daughter, and he asks her about her lover. At this point, we have an odd combination of both conservative traditionalism and feminist strength. The young girl does not look Behzad in the face and will not show him hers, despite his pleas to see her. I interpret this a few ways; first of all, from a traditionalist standpoint, it’s possible the girl, as an unwed sixteen year old, did not want to raise her face to a man who could be considered a suitor. Second of all, there is the possibility that the girl is ashamed of her actions and is hiding for that reason. Lastly, there is also the possibility that the girl is flat out refusing to do what a stranger is telling her to. What would you do if a man you didn’t know started demanding things of you? Why should she show her face? She is strong and resilient despite his demands. During this little standoff, Behzad actually recites poetry to her, something which pops up several times throughout the film. The poetry is by a modern female Iranian poet, Forough Farrokhzad, and Behzad purposely mentions this to the girl. She is intrigued, and their conversation turns to whether or not she could write poems as well. The female characters in this film are surprisingly strong with wills of steel, unwilling to bend or break simply because a man applied a little pressure to them. On the other hand, the main character of the film, Behzad, is a rather weak man, bored and petty and a little shallow. I argue that he undergoes a degree of redemption by the end of the film, but there’s little doubt in my mind as to this being a profoundly pro-female film.
I want to add at least a few comments as to the beauty of this movie. In the two previous Kiarostami films I’ve seen, he presented me with the very dry, dusty city outskirts in Taste of Cherry and with an incredibly lush and verdant forested hillside in Through the Olive Trees. Here, we have some sort of a blending of the two. There are amber fields and dry dirt roads, but also trees and green farmlands, all surrounded by breathtaking mountains. The village itself is alive with color. The buildings are pale, but painted with turquoise doors and windows. The women are dressed in vibrant colors. The sky is blue, the walls are white, the plants are green, the road is yellow; this entire movie jumps off the screen in its color work. Kiarostami perfectly manages to capture that late summer evening feeling, when the sun is setting and casts its golden rays upon everything in the heavens.
There was a pamphlet in the DVD of this film that contained an essay by Kiarostami. The gist of the essay was him saying that he believes not in blindly supplying the plot to the audience members, but in purposely leaving gaps in his films that the audience will fill in on their own based on their individual life experiences. I just love that. So much of what I’ve seen from him is exactly that: he presents me with something ambiguous or, in his words, with “gaps,” and I find in myself how I interpret that situation and how I fill in the gaps. Everything I see in The Wind Will Carry Us is based on who I am as a person; I impose myself into the film. GAD, I love Kiarostami.
In this quiet little film about nothing, Kiarostami gives me so much to think about. I understand if you may have found this film frustrating and going nowhere. Usually I’m right there with you. Usually simple meandering films like this are a chore and a half for me to get through. Not so in the least for Kiarostami. Through the utter simplicity of the repetition of daily life in a small country village, he unearths these profound questions in my soul.
Arbitrary Rating: 8.5/10