The Past reaction: Cannes 2013
Showing in competition, domestic drama The Past is the follow-up to Oscar-winning A Separation by Iranian director Asghar Farhadi. A devastating tale of secrets, lies and scalding, squirm-inducing truths, it will surely feature come awards time. Set in Paris, it sees Ahmad (Ali Mosaffa) return from Tehran after a four-year absence to sign the divorce papers on his marriage to Marie (The Artist’s Berenice Bejo), a French woman who balances motherhood with a job in a pharmacy. Marie lives with her new boyfriend Samir (A Prophet’s Tahar Rahim), his young son and her two daughters, one a child and the other, Lucie (Pauline Buret), a teenager who’s ‘acting out’. After initial resistance, Ahmad agrees to take up residence in the house for a few days in order to spend time with his step-daughters, and soon finds himself acting the eye of a veritable shitstorm. Samir, it transpires, is married, his wife in a coma. Lucie nurses a terrible secret. Samir’s young son wears a permanent frown and tries to run away. Acting the mediator, Ahmad is inexorably drawn into the conflict, not least because a host of unresolved issues arise between himself and Marie. Fluently shot and lit naturalistically, The Past avoids a touristic approach to Paris as it places the protagonists in humdrum environs, Mahmoud Kalari’s camera more interested in faces and body language as the drama plays out. Favouring scalpel-sharp cuts and in favour of long takes, the editing further conveys the fragmentation of this abrasive family unit, with many conversations switching between one-shots rather than placing the characters in a single frame. Performances, across the board, are dazzling and fearless, and Farhadi’s script juggles the ensemble with dexterity, ensuring no one is side-lined, no reasons unexplained. It’s a tough film, certainly, but one that will continue to elevate Farhadi’s place in world cinema, excavating painful truths in a manner that recalls Bergman, Cassavetes, Fassbinder et al. And, crucially, it is not without tenderness, the final shot offering a glimmer of hope while refraining from outright sentiment.
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