Journey Through Iranian Cinema with Mark Cousins

Last year I made a documentary about Iranian cinema through the refreshing eyes of Mark Cousins. A Journey Through Iranian Cinema with Mark Cousins is a small road movie about Iranian cinema and Mark's multiple journeys to my country that thanks to my good friend Mehrnaz Saeed-Vafa (and John Sinno of Typecast Films) was distributed in North America and recently was shown in two film festivals in Canada (Toronto) and the US (my favorite unvisited city, New Orleans).

Now the good news is that the film will be screened at the University of London's SOAS, on the last day of October, followed by a Q&A with me and Mark (on Skype from Scotland). I'm shy, moody and not a good talker, but I'm sure Mark has many stories to tell from his various trips to Iran and his interviews and films with and about filmmakers such as Abbas Kiarostami, Jafar Panahi, Mohsen and Samira Makhmalbaf and many more.

You would find more information on SOAS' website.

Hope to see you there!

Ehsan

Pandora's Tape: Beckett, Pinter and Cinephilia

بكت، پينتر و سينه‌فيليا

جعبۀ پاندورا

آخرين نوار كِرپ، مطالعه‌اي در حافظه، تنهايي و مرگ، عنوان نمايش‌نامه‌اي از ساموئل بكت (1958) و آخرين نقش‌آفرينيِ هرولد پينتر، به عنوان بازيگر، در مقابل دوربين تلويزيون (2006) است. پينتر نقش پيرمرد 69 ساله‌اي را بازي مي‌كند كه در روز تولدش نوارهاي صداي خودش را كه در سال‌هاي دور ضبط كرده دوباره گوش مي‌كند. نوارها را زير و رو مي‌كند. يادداشت‌هايش را كه پوستۀ سفيد كاغذشان حالا به قهوه‌اي مي‌زند اين ور و آن ور مي‌كند. سعي مي‌كند از شنيدن آن‌ها طفره برود و پشت ميز بزرگ كافكايي‌اش بي‌تحرك بماند، درست مثل ژان لويي ترنتينيانِ عشق، بعد از مرگ امانوئل ريوا. كرپ بي‌تحرك مي‌ماند، اما پخش نوارها تصاويري دردناك از گذشته را جلوي چشمش رژه مي‌برند. آن‌چه در اين نوارها ترسناك است، شور زندگي است كه حالا به خاكستر نشسته و از آن ترسناك‌تر حضور عميق و فاجعه‌بار عدم‌رضايت يا دلزدگي از خود است. كرپ 69 ساله با تحقير از كرپ 39 ساله ياد مي‌كند و در نوار صداي كرپ 39 ساله او كرپِ نوجوان ايده‌آليست و خواب‌زده را نكوهش مي‌كند.

پينتر حضوري با ابهت و بيم‌ناك در اين تله‌تئاتر دارد، شايد به خاطر ايمان و عشقش به بكت كه به قول خودش هر چه بيش‌تر اين ايرلندي دماغش را در لجن فرو مي‌كند، بيش‌تر از او سپاسگذار مي‌شود. شايد درون شخصيت كرپ اين خود پينتر باشد كه با وقوف به مرگ قريب‌الوقوعش از سرطان و در قدم‌هاي لنگ‌لنگانش حول و حوش گور با صراحتي به تلخي و بُرندگي زبانِ بكتْ زندگي‌اش و فضاي تهي و سياه عظيم پشت سرش را پيش از عزيمت به تهي و سياهِ پيش‌ِ رو مرور مي‌كند.

Cinephilia Translated, Part 3

Hitchcock/Truffaut in Farsi: 4th edition (out of six or seven)

For the previous posts [here and here] about translating Anglo-American or French film culture in Iran, I mostly focused on journals. Now I would elaborate more on the unauthorized translation of the major and minor film books.

The rules of the game are more or less similar to those of journals. The names who make it to the translations are a combination of current trends (Slavoj Žižek), cult figures (Jean-Luc Godard) and the essential texts (David Bordwell/Kristin Thompson).

The translators are whether the per-revolutionary cinephiles, now trying to retain the memories of a cinephilic haven via written text, or a new generation of one-off, clandestine translators who are often young university graduates, showing their passion for a filmmaker or writer by translating them. The latter group always starts on its own, without having a contract or handshake with the publisher, and of course with no guarantee on publishing the finished work or passing the labyrinth of censorship.

Is there any financial motivation behind this? Based on some statistics, personal observations and conversations with those who do it, I would say no, at least, for the translator who is always the sole driving force behind this cultural reproduction. The publishing industry in any format, whether book or journal, has been one of the key victims of the post-sanction Iran, if not mentioning the ruined economy of Ahmadinejad's Iran. During the eight year of Ahmadinejad's presidency, the systematic rape of the culture was facilitated by eliminating subsidies to the cultural products. One of the first outcomes was a sudden increase in the price of paper. This affected the publishing industry to the extent that the number of book readers went down the lowest in recent history.

To make sure that the publishers are completely defeated, censor was tightened to its most suffocating in recent memory. "We specialize in art and literature," says Farkhondeh Hajizadeh, an Iranian writer and publisher, "that's exactly the area that's problematic for officials, not physics and chemistry. Our books have been either banned, or they have faced censorship after a year, or they remain suspended." [1] In addition to that, just recently, the licence of some of the publishers who had expertise in publishing film books, like Nashr-e Cheshmeh, was suspended or revoked. This new decision by censorship was similar to what happened to Jafar Panahi: it's better to dry the fountain rather than monitoring and censoring every drop of water coming out of it. 

Film Ads in Iran#28: Sam Peckinpah

aka Ride the High Country

Cinephilia Translated, Part 2

Last week I wrote about the phenomenon of translating film literature in Iran, a practice that covers anything from film criticism to academic books and papers. I tried to explain how readers in Iran are accustomed to reading the critique of a well-known Iranian writer, next to those of New York Times', Sight & Sound's or Film Comment's. I argued that the tradition has roots in an particularly Iranian pluralism and unlike the government of countries in which the original pieces have been produced, the juxtaposition of the translated and the original stages a dialogue, even if the authors really haven't planned as such.

Here I like to point to paradoxes (or even ironies) of translating film culture in Iran which I always have associated with the culture of opposition.

For an Iranian cinephile this trend basically means reading about a cinema which is not seen, cannot be seen (or at least, cannot easily be seen or accessed), hence the text substitutes the image. One reads about good or great films in which the text describes significant shots, the summary tells you about the story, the interviews tell you how these films are made, but the actual piece of work is largely absent from the picture. Hereby, the reader/cinephile's role begins: she/he has to re-imagine the film and mentally construct it and the film literature serves as the means of such reconstruction. Consequently, first comes the context and sub-text and then (if you're lucky enough) the Text. Mostly, the access to Text remains impossible and the context becomes the Text itself. Thus the people who portray films in written text, i.e. film writers and critics, become as significant as filmmaker. Under these circumstances, the role of a film critic is elevated to the second author of the film, an intermediary who, in a written text, recreates the filmic pleasures for the reader. In Iran, spectator is the reader. The image is read.

Cinephilia Translated, Part 1

Browsing through the pages of Iranian Film Monthly, a publication dedicated to half serious, Cahiers-ish, text and half industry-oriented (Iranian version of Hollywood Reporter, if you like) content, I arrived at a dossier, focusing on the films of the Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan. Then I figured that at least 13 odd articles (from short reviews to long interviews), from 13 different international writers and film critics have been translated into Farsi/Persian, of course, unauthorized. However, I must add, this has been an inseparable part of the film culture in Iran for the last 50 years.

Arguably, Iran is one of the few places on earth that you can buy the latest issue of a film magazine and in it read a broad range of writers, whether living or deceased, from four corners of the world. Juxtaposition of Andre Sarris, Claude Chabrol (the critic) and Laura Mulvey could be the most intriguing, and it's most likey to see it in an Iranian film journal. The aforementioned Nuri Bilge Ceylan dossier had put together articles by Geoff Andrew, Peter Bradshaw, Manohla Dargis, Wally Hammond, J. Hoberman, Ali Jaafar, Nick James, Liam Lacey, Michael Phillips, A.O. Scott, Jason Wood, Robin Wood and Deborah Young, seemingly, the Anglo-American tendencies surpassing those of Francophile's which was more popular in the pre-revolutionary country. 

Edinburgh Video Interviews

Edinburgh © Ehsan Khoshbakht

Last June I was a guest in Edinburgh, attending the Edinburgh International Film Festival. One morning I borrowed Mark Cousins' flip camera and made some interviews, two of which are now live on Fandor's Keyframe.

1

David Cairns’ and Paul Duane’s ‘J’accuse’: Cairns and Duane attempt to set the record straight regarding the Dreyfus of early French cinema, Bernard Natan. Watch the interview here.

2

Mark Cousins, in Perpetual Motion: Catching up with the road-tripping, time-traveling, soul-searching Mark Cousins as A Story of Children and Film plays Cambridge. The interview, here.

She Thinks She Is Liz Taylor!

مروري بر كارنامۀ او

خيال مي‌كنه اليزابت تيلوره!

احسان خوش‌بخت

او هشت بار ازدواج كرده كه دو بارش با يك مرد بوده است. لباس‌ها و مدل موهايش در هر فيلم تا ماه‌ها روي جلد و صفحات وسطِ مجله‌ها دوام مي‌آورد. با همه نوع آدم مشهوري ديده مي‌شد. رسانه‌ها از شهرت او تنور خودشان را گرم نگه مي‌داشتند و خود او با دامن زدن به بازي‌ها و افسانه‌هاي دور و برش دشواري‌ پيدا كردن نقش‌هاي تازه براي فيزيكي كه از زيبايي بي نقص به پيري و چاقي زودهنگام مبدل شده بود را پشت سرمي‌گذاشت. اما او جداي از اليزابت تيلور بودن كه از 1942 (مهاجرت خانواده‌اش از لندن به آمريكا به خاطر بمباران‌ها) تا اوايل قرن بيست و يكم (آخرين بار به شكلي گسترده بازي يك دقيقه‌اي او در ويدئوكليپي از التون جان ديده شد) ادامه پيدا كرد، بازيگري توانا و يكي از مهم‌ترين ستاره‌هاي تاريخ سينما بود كه نقشش را مي‌توان هم‌چون پلي دانست كه تصوير فريبنده ستاره آرماني زن در سينماي كلاسيك بعد از جنگ را به تصويري پرتضاد و تجديدنظرطلبانه از زنانگي – هرچند در خيلي از مواقع هم چنان اسير كليشه‌هاي روز – پيوند مي‌دهد. هنوز هم در خانه‌هاي ايراني دختر پرفيس و افاده را با جمله‌اي اين چنيني سرزنش مي‌كنند: «خيال مي‌كنه اليزابت تيلوره!» (بعضي‌ها در اين قياسِ حاكي از نكوهش سوفيا لورن را ترجيح مي‌دهند)

Foreign Killers, Native Killers

Bird on a Wire (Tony Palmer, 1974) - Cinematography by Les Young

Notes On 3D: Adieu au langage

سينما از زمان برادران لومير سه‌بعدي بوده است

خداحافظي با زبانْ به صورت سه‌بعدي

احسان خوش‌بخت

مشكل بزرگ نوشتن دربارۀ سينماي سه بعدي اين است كه به جز رويكرد فني/اقتصادي و مختصري اشارات تاريخي، دشوار است يا به طور دقيق‌تر هنوز زود است كه دربارۀ تأثيرات زيبايي‌شناسي آن حرف زد و اگر نخواهيم دربارۀ زيبايي‌شناسي سخن بگوييم، مگر ما تاجر و دانشمنديم كه دربارۀ بخش‌هاي ديگرش اظهار نظر كنيم؟ مثل اين است كه كسي در دل سال 1929 و در شرايطي كه هنوز فيلم‌هاي صامت ساخته مي‌شدند و تلاش‌هاي ناطق معمولاً خام‌دستانه بودند بخواهد جمع‌بندي روشني از تأثير صدا در سينما ارائه دهد. نتيجه چنين تلاشي مي‌تواند بي‌حاصل و مأيوس‌كننده باشد.

آمدن صدا، روايت سينمايي كه در حوالي سال 1926 به كمالي وراي تصور رسيده بود را براي مدتي بردۀ تكنولوژي كرد. مبارزۀ سال‌ها آخر دهۀ 1920 در سينما مبارزۀ بين آينده‌نگري منفعت‌طلبانۀ سرمايه‌داري با گذشته‌دوستي قدرشناسانه و كمال‌طلبانۀ هنر بود. اما از آن جا كه سينما هنر موازنه است بين اين دو گرايش تاريخي توافقي حاصل شد كه نتيجه‌اش ساخته شدن دور تازه‌اي از فيلم‌هاي خلاقانه در مديومِ سينماي ناطق بود؛ فيلم‌هايي كه دوباره قدرت استوديوها و تسلط اقتصادي‌شان بر سينما را تحكيم كردند.