Don't Miss Jafar Panahi's Courageous Closed Curtain

Don't Miss Jafar Panahi's Courageous <i>Closed Curtain</i>
Partovi and Boy: Even the dog is baffled by life in Iran.

Sometimes, if not often enough, movies demand to be watched as something more than just expensive daydreams — they come festooned with real-world urgency and relevance, and the context of their existence kicks the shit out of how entertained we may or may not be at any given moment. No contemporary filmmaker possesses the hyper-context belonging to Jafar Panahi, who has become justly world-famous not only for being under house arrest in Iran until 2016 and banned from filmmaking for 20 years (for anti-government "propaganda") but also for continuing to make films anyway.

The dog watches TV news footage of mass canine roundups and executions.

In 2011, Panahi's This Is Not a Film, a document of his doomed, house-bound efforts to imagine a movie into being, was smuggled to Cannes and probably didn't help his cause. Kiram too ajdadet, as they say in Tehran — Panahi is back with a second secret and illegally shot film, a mirror-mirror rumination on his own struggle to craft art in a society ruled by Iron Age maniacs.

Closed Curtain opens with a five-minute view through the security grate of Panahi's beach house as a cab pulls up by the Caspian beach and slowly disgorges a writer (Kambuzia Partovi, a director and writer who coscripted Panahi's 2000 film The Circle). Once inside, he releases a dog secreted in his duffel bag — and the reality dawns he is in hiding, as much for himself as for his dog, which he saved from the Islamic Republic's newly ramped-up campaign against "unclean" pets. (Soon enough, the dog — in one of movie history's deftest and most eloquent animal performances — is watching TV news footage of mass canine roundups and executions. We hardly need a better reason to dismiss the mullahs as blinkered fools.) The writer immediately closes the curtains and uses cloth to black out every window, giving us an acute sense that from here on out, everything concrete will be metaphoric and vice versa.

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Closed Curtain, starring Kambuzia Partovi, Maryam Moghadam, Hadi Saeedi, and Jafar Panahi. Directed by Jafar Panahi and Kambuzia Partovi. Written by Jafar Panahi. 106 minutes. Not rated. Opens Friday, August 8, at Miami Beach Cinematheque, 1130 Washington Ave., Miami Beach; 305-673-4567; mbcinema.com.

Unlike Panahi's last film, this movie has no documentary DNA — it's all fiction and metafiction (a little more Rivette than Godard). Trapped with the protagonist in these rather lavish digs, we're perhaps less surprised than he is to be accosted by a 20-something brother and sister (Hadi Saeedi and Maryam Moghadam) invading the house after running, so they say, from the police.

Lingering, the girl is clearly a projection, possibly of the writer's own fears and worries (her supposed penchant for suicide attempts emerges later as Panahi's own) and more likely as a figure in the unmentioned screenplay he's trying to write. Eventually, Panahi appears as well, roughly alternating with his alter ego, and the film slips between the movie we're watching, its production (which might include the script that never gets finished), and multiple movies within the movie, coming off as imagined scenarios that can be swiped and reconceptualized.

And that's moviemaking, isn't it? Of course, the real world doesn't stay out — in Closed Curtain an ominous break-in and ransacking necessitates the intrusion of neighbors and handymen, and they bring others, creating a kind of social meditation on how life can be lived in a violently absurdist culture. Art, on the other hand, may not survive, however much Panahi's coda blooms with an idyllic humanity, seen at a distance, which plays like an open homage to Abbas Kiarostami's And Life Goes On.

Possibly the Iranian new wave's last meta-man, Panahi is in an ideal position to make the unique methodology of his filmmaking merge with its substance. But he's always been fascinated by how a film's bell-jar bubble can be punctured, leaving a viscous interface between real and cinematic. Throughout Closed Curtain there's the feeling that the film itself is unfinished — it is, in fact, unfinishable, because life does go on.

Peel the artichoke beyond the visual doublings and textual enigmas — and the hypnotic cutaways to the dog named Boy, so baffled by life in Iran and so nakedly fascinated by his owner — and you may come to wonder if the fictionalized "realness" of Panahi's movie, and how it expresses his life's dilemma, isn't just more simulacra and self-publicity, as authentic or inauthentic as a bedroom YouTube spat or activist Twitter chain. If so, so what? The reality of Closed Curtain is entirely offscreen, in the grip of Sharia fanaticism, and no less vital for that. (After the film splashed at the Berlin Film Festival last year, Partovi's and Moghadam's passports were confiscated at home.) If that's not your idea of what movies can do, feel free to stick your head up a giant robot's ass.

 
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