the living and the dead
by
Douglas Messerli
Abbas
Kiarostami (writer and director) طعم
گيلاس... (Taste of Cherry) / 1997
The
recent death on July 4th of Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami led me
to review his Palme d’or-winning movie, Taste
of Cherry.
As with many Kiarostami films, this is a
fairly minimal work that consists, primarily, of a Tehran taxicab driver, Mr Badii (Homayoun Ershadi), seeking out young
working men in the suburbs of that city, to whom he offers a substantial amount
of money for some undesignated act.
As a traveler of the city, Badii clearly
encounters all kinds of living and active human beings—in one beautiful scene
we observe two young boys playing in a run-down car—but he is trapped, in some
respects, by the frame of his cab, and, in that sense, he already seems to be
locked away in a kind of coffin. All his encounters are brief ones, momentary
and rather meaningless relationships which offer no real human interaction.
The second young man he “picks up” is an Afghan seminarist, who has come to Iran to visit his
Afghani friend, a sentry at the construction site. He too could use the money,
if nothing else to finish his education. But since suicide is against his
religion, he also refuses the job and quickly leaves the cabdriver behind.
The third and final individual to whom
he gives a free ride and offers up the job is an Azeri taxidermist, who has a
sick child. He accepts the job of burying Badii should he be dead the next
morning, but speaks of his own experiences to try to dissuade the man from
committing the act.
He too had once planned suicide, but
wandering the countryside suddenly encountered a tree of mulberries, which
after tasting them and sharing his delight by offering up some of the berries to a
group of passing children, altered his decision, redeeming his life.
Yet he agrees to visit the construction the
next morning and bury Badii if he does not answer his call.
Yet, in a coda to the movie, we suddenly
see the same scene in an entirely different season and a far more amateur-like
grainy movie which reveals the director and his cameraman standing near the
“grave,” now a densely-green covered landscape, with a hand-held camera. Nearby
a sound man sits in the long grasses and far below, on the road on which Badii
has formerly traveled, is a group of soldiers march to the count very much as Badii
has previously described it.
From outside the frame, the actor
Homayoun Ershadi suddenly appears, smoking a cigarette before handing it off to
the cameraman. With a walkie-talkie the director tells the soldiers to rest by
a near-by tree, which they do, smiling at the camera which continues to roll,
and picking off what appear to be
mulberry branches, as the only full musical song of the film, Louis Armstrong’s
“Saint Louis Infirmary Blues,” plays through to the end of the credits.
Critic Jonathan Rosenbaum suggests the
final song reminds us, even those of us outside the movie, that death lies
around corner for us also. His colleague, Ebert saw it yet another instance of
the utter boredom and meaninglessness of the film.
For me, what it suggests is that, no
matter what actually “happened” to the fiction’s major character, art does
truly redeem life. The dead or near-dead, just as the taste of the mulberries
did for taxidermist, can through art be brought back to life. Yes, we will all
die. But through art such as a film, it can bring about significant meaning and
help the despairing believe again. Far from distancing us, I would argue, the
film’s ending is a joyful celebration in which the theater audience is brought
together in the joy of possibility and life.
For the living Eros is always superior to
death. Perhaps Mr. Badii should have been seeking out those working men for sex
after all. It certainly have been a better choice. The dead woman of
Armstrong’s song at least had a loving man at her side.
I went down to St. James Infirmary and saw my baby there.
She was stretched out on a long white table – so sweet, so cold,
so fair.
Let her go, let her go, God bless her, wherever she may be:
She can look the whole wide world over and never find a sweet
man like me.
Los Angeles, July
14, 2016
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