Original title: “Forushande”
Iran/France – Drama, Thriller – Year: 2016 – Running time: 124 mins
Languages: Persian/English
Audience Response:
Rating: 
(4.28 from 18 responses)
- Excellent’: 9 votes
- ‘Very Good’: 6 votes
- ‘Good’: 2 votes
- ‘Satisfactory’: 1 vote
- ‘Poor’: 0 vote
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Synopsis:
Winner of Best Screenplay and Best Actor, for Shahab Hosseini, at Cannes, and Academy Award winner for Best Foreign Language Film, this is the story of Emad and Rana, a married couple working in the theatre, currently starring in Death of a Salesman. Rana is attacked by an intruder while alone in a new apartment, leading to a crisis in Emad’s acting career and their marriage as he tries to find the perpetrator. A gripping domestic drama from the director of A Separation.
Asghar Farhadi’s The Salesman is a dazzling, darkly funny, quietly devastating human drama from Iran. You are in the hands of a major film artist.
Peter Travers (Rolling Stones)
Director: Asghar Farhadi
The Past (2013) / A Separation (2011)
Cast:
Taraneh Alidoosti … Rana Etesami
Shahab Hosseini … Emad Etesami
Babak Karimi … Babak
Mina Sadati … Sanam
Farid Sajjadi Hosseini … The Man
Ehteram Boroumand … Mrs. Shahnazari
Emad Emami … Ali
(for full cast, and more information, see “The Salesmanr” in IMDB)
CFC Film Notes (click here for printed version)
Asghar Farhadi is not a director who hides his symbolic subtext. The imagery in this engrossing drama, about a couple of actors whose marriage is tested when she is violently assaulted in their new home, is so overt, Farhadi might as well be sounding a klaxon. There’s the choice of the play within the film – a Persian translation of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman. Willy Loman’s impotence and frustration permeate the film like cheap aftershave. And there’s the reason that Rana (Taraneh Alidoosti) and Emad (Shahab Hosseini) have to move house in the first place – their original apartment building is collapsing. The cracks in their home life are literal as well as figurative.
With a writer-director less skilled than Farhadi, this occasional lack of subtlety might be a problem. But Farhadi, who won his second foreign language Oscar with this film, the first being for A Separation, has an unparalleled gift for pacing, snaring us with well-timed reveals that subtly shift the story on its axis. While there may have been a political aspect to this second win – Farhadi chose to boycott the ceremony in response to the Trump administration’s travel ban – there is no question that this film deserved it. There is perhaps no director more adept at capturing the unfolding stories of ordinary people when the drama of their lives runs away with them.
Wendy Ide, The Observer March 2017
The opening moments of Asghar Farhadi’s The Salesman are a salvo against film critics who accuse the director of cleaving too closely to conventional dramatic composition. Still shots of props, lighting, and multi-level stage arrangement of an in-film production of ‘Death of a Salesman’ is suddenly disrupted by a two-minute tracking shot, breathlessly following middle-class couple Emad and Rana Etesami (Shahab Hosseini and Taraneh Alidoosti, both riveting) as they and their neighbours are forced to evacuate their crumbling apartment complex.
This juxtaposition of visual cinematic language stacked against the more static scenes from the Arthur Miller play turns out to be a running thread throughout the film.
As is typical of Farhadi’s thematically-dense screenplays, the cracked foundation of the couple’s home is a harbinger of marital tension. While waiting for their old apartment to be repaired, Emad and Rana, part-time players in the local theatre group putting on the Miller production, take up temporary residence in a flat owned by a fellow actor in the company. However, their new landlord failed to disclose the circumstances surrounding the hasty exit of the flat’s prior tenant: a sex worker ousted against her will, evidenced by a locked room filled with her possessions.
Farhadi slowly builds The Salesman around things left unsaid and unseen. The previous tenant, never shown onscreen, goes from a mild curiosity to lingering pall. When a former client of the tenant breaks in an attacks Rana, the event is never shown or spoken of in explicit terms, other than in the aftermath – bewildering shots of a profusely bleeding cut on Rana’s head coupled with the mish-mash of contradictory testimony from neighbours who heard her cry out.
Rana throws herself into the play wanting to forget about the incident. Yet the far-reaching repercussions of rape (again, ever stated as such in Farhadi’s script, but alluded to in the subtext – piercing gazes and unanswered questions between the couple), are felt in the trace evidence. From Rana’s bandaged head to a quiet dinner at home suddenly becoming tainted by the use of money left by the previous tenant, The Salesman is haunted by these structuring absences.
Like ‘Death of a Salesman’, Farhadi’s The Salesman turns into a tragic examination of masculinity, as Emad is unable to let go of the incident in question, despite Rana’s protestations. From this point, the film loses momentum. The complex and often contradictory behaviour that rape survivors can exhibit in the aftermath of an attack is a compelling subject, one that Farhadi only hints at. Emad’s search for revenge, a reworking of an old Iranian film trope, crescendos early and then awkwardly peters out beyond that point.
The final shot, recalling the last lines of Miller’s play (“We’re free…”) loses some emotional punch due to its poorly timed execution. Still, The Salesman provides further evidence of Farhadi’s mastery when it comes to articulating the middle-class woes of contemporary Iranian society.
Mallory Andrews, Little White Lies
Other Selected UK reviews:
Uncut (Michael Bonner)
The Independent (Geoffrey Macnab)
The Arts Desk (Matt Wolf)
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