A couple of months ago (before all hell broke loose and I almost forgot that I’m supposed to be a blogger of some sort), I went to the cinema and watched Asghar Farhadi’s Salesman. I remember it being a cold, winter night, and me leaving the building in awe, thinking how much people are missing when they keep on watching meaningless blockbusters. Then the Oscars came and, even if I consider their results to be highly predictable, I was really happy that a great film won an award (the best foreign language film one, in case you were wondering) so that it gained some of the popularity it deserved.
Emad (Shahab Hosseini) and Rana (Taraneh Alidoosti) are a married couple living in Tehran. He is a teacher, she is a housewife and they both work as actors at a theatre, starring in a production of Death of a Salesman, by Arthur Miller. An unfortunate event will lead to them moving from their apartment to another one, which will lead to Rana’s assault by an unknown men and to a crisis in their relationship.
This film is simply put magnificent. Such a strong (nevertheless quite commonly portrayed on the big screen) story, is given to the audience in a crystal clear way. Although we may not have access to the couple’s inner thoughts, their visual image is enough to absolutely empathize with both of them. It is absolutely incredible how different cultures perceive not only certain life-changing events, but the whole world in general. I really enjoy watching films that will make me contradict myself, wonder and, finally, understand.
I truly believe that watching films is one of the easiest and best ways in order to understand different cultures and fight all these stereotypes that surround us, and this film is a true diamond.