Whereas I’ve had my share of eye issues, I’ve by no means been pressured to expertise the world blindfolded. Jafar Panahi has. We will deduce this from his CV. The celebrated Iranian director—one in every of solely 4 filmmakers to win the highest prize on the Cannes, Venice and Berlin movie festivals—spent months incarcerated in Iran’s brutal Evin Jail after receiving a six-year sentence for creating “propaganda” towards the state. (Right this moment, whereas “free,” he lives with the data that he may very well be pressured to report back to jail at any time.)
It is usually obvious whereas watching It Was Simply an Accident, Panahi’s masterwork of a revenge thriller that exactingly traces how evil, as soon as inflicted, metastasizes inside our souls and ultimately overtakes us. The movie, which not too long ago performed the Telluride and Toronto movie festivals and opened within the U.S. on October 15, is the sixth straight Cannes Palme d’Or winner to be launched domestically by Neon, with two of these motion pictures—Parasite and Anora—additionally taking house the Greatest Image Oscar.
You’ll be able to absolutely discern Panahi’s blindfolded previous by the way in which his newest movie perks up your ears. Determined canine barks, the purr of an idling van, mysterious wind chimes, the chirps of birds caged and uncaged—the din of day by day life in Tehran isn’t just a pointillist sonic hellscape in Panahi’s palms, however a method of each orientation—and its reverse.
One explicit sound, although, echoes loudest: the rhythmic squeak of a prosthetic limb that will or might not belong to Peg Leg, a infamous intelligence officer who tortured prisoners rounded up for sometimes minor infractions. When Vahid (Vahid Mobasseri, a Panahi veteran who mesmerizes right here) hears that creaky footfall enter the warehouse the place he now works, he’s at first flooded with terrifying reminiscences from his personal imprisonment for protesting unfair wages. Then, simply as all of a sudden, he’s struck by inspiration: why not abduct this wretched man and inflict some well-earned payback?
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IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT ★★★★ (4/4 stars) |
However as soon as he captures him, following a superbly constructed cat-and-mouse recreation that remembers the car-bound sequences in Hitchcock’s Vertigo and Psycho, Vahid is confronted with a dilemma: what if he’s obtained the mistaken man? He was, in any case, blindfolded all through his torture. There may very effectively be one other fellow traipsing in regards to the countryside with a loud prosthetic. The person could also be who he claims to be: a easy household man with a pregnant spouse and a boisterous pop-music-loving daughter who simply occurred upon some late-night automobile bother.
The opposite facet isn’t burdened by such doubt. They like—as we uncover in a devastating scene that may seemingly be as emotionally resonant a second as you’ll expertise in a film this 12 months—to equally abuse and homicide the harmless and responsible and let God type it out. Doing the identical might very effectively be the one method to defeat them, however in doing so, haven’t we already misplaced?
Panahi has crafted an ethical quandary match for Plato; but in contrast to his previous works—together with 2022’s No Bears and 2018’s 3 Faces (each of which, like this movie, have been filmed with out permission in Iran)—there’s nothing theoretical or metaphoric on show right here. The questions the movie poses, and the determined urgency behind them, stick in your conscience like an contaminated thorn prick. However for all its searing timeliness, the movie’s best shock is that it by no means permits its trenchant ethical fury to overwhelm its leisure worth. Sure, you’ll snicker on this film, whilst you despair.
As Vahid assembles a motley crew of Peg Leg’s victims to assist with the identification—a quiet bookstore proprietor; a hustling wedding ceremony photographer and her topics, a still-infuriated bride-to-be and her feather-smoothing groom; a hot-headed, retribution-seeking day laborer—this edge-of-your-seat thriller twists right into a caper farce, a high-stakes comedy of manners and caustic touch upon day by day life in a corrupt social order. (Everybody, from gasoline station attendants to maternity ward nurses, has a hand out for a bribe.)
Panahi manages these tone shifts with exhilarating technical assurance—a feat of moviemaking grace, significantly if you consider the circumstances of the movie’s manufacturing. Truffaut measured directorial mastery by what he referred to as a filmmaker’s temperature on set; whereas it’s one thing I all the time felt I vaguely understood, I’ve by no means seen the concept so absolutely expressed on display screen as by means of Panahi’s ingenious use of colour, gentle, framing, gesture, rhythm and, sure, sound.
