The Circle (2000); Director: Jafar Panahi

Jafar Panahi‘s 2000 film The Circle is a shattering piece of work portraying the restrictions on the lives of women in Iran. It won Best Picture at the Venice Film Festival that year. Panahi’s most recent project was 2006’s Offside, a comedic film about a group of tomboys in Tehran dressing up as boys and trying to get into a soccer game (my review here). In Offside, Panahi treats the restrictions (women not being allowed to go into a soccer stadium) with humor, pointing out how unbelievably absurd it all is, even laughable. The tone of Offside is light, frantic, and hilarious. Sometimes the best resistance to a stupid rule is to laugh at it. It may not change the rule, but it certainly takes the edge off.

In The Circle, that hilarious atmosphere is gone. Panahi pulls no punches, from the first devastating scene to the last devastating image. But, in true Panahi fashion, the issues are not presented in a maudlin manner. They don’t need to be. The tendency to be “maudlin” is for the privileged, those who have space and freedom to feel self-pity. In Iran, there is no need for such indulgences. Panahi launches us into the chaotic loud streets of Tehran, using handheld cameras, which circle the participants in the drama (there are very few hard edges in the film, very few angles, something to take note of when you’re watching it: look for all of the circles and curves in the camera movements and set-ups). It appears that the film crew is just grabbing shots, filming their actors in the midst of a real-life busy street, and indeed, as always, Panahi uses mostly non-professional actors for most of the roles. Panahi is not interested in detailed character analysis, he says as much himself. He is more interested in “types”. Characters are drawn in bold primary color strokes, and we can recognize them within moments: the crybaby, the bitter one, the sassy one … Panahi casts based on looks alone, a bold and courageous move, because often people who look right can’t act for shit.

Panahi has great confidence in himself as a director. He does exhaustive casting sessions, casting a wide net, and he also has been known to just approach a woman he sees in the park, who has the perfect look – and asks if she would be willing to do a screen test. (This was how he found the wonderful Nargess Mamizadeh, one of the main characters in The Circle. She’s the one in the poster. She’s not an actress – at least not professionally, but her looks – her scrunched-up beautiful face, with thick eyebrows, was just what he was looking for for that character). She has a black eye throughout the entire film, and it is never explained. It gives an unspoken backstory to the character, and makes us wonder from the get-go: Where did she get that? What is she running from?) Panahi only used two professional actors in The Circle, the rest were people he found who had the right “look”. It’s quite amazing, because everyone is great in the film. There are no weak links. There isn’t a huge gap between the non-professionals and the professionals. Granted, Panahi is not looking for big cathartic scenes or delicate character development – something that is best in the hands of professionals. He’s going for the message, and for the hyper-realistic atmosphere. And also, the pace. As with most Panahi films, the pace is breakneck.

The women of The Circle tear their way through the streets of Tehran, hurtling up against obstacles, hiding in alleys, crouching behind cars: the sense of being hunted is palpable. The women are right to be afraid.

There is not just one narrative in The Circle, we get many. Sometimes they intersect: we’re following one group, and then suddenly another woman walks by and we find ourselves following her, and she takes up the storyline. Panahi’s points are clear: this is not just about one individual woman. It’s about Women(TM) and the circle of restrictions that make up all of their lives.

The film opens starkly. The screen is black, credits rolling. Throughout, we hear the sounds of a woman in labor. She’s screaming and grunting and howling, and the nurse and doctor say encouraging things. In the last moment of the credits, there’s a pause, and we then hear what we have been waiting to hear: the indignant yowls of a newborn baby.

Next thing we see is a blinding white wall, with the back of a woman’s head standing there, she’s draped in the full black chador. You can hear the screaming newborns behind the wall. There’s a tiny slot in the door that can be opened by the nurses and our chador-ed figure knocks on the slot. A nurse’s head peeks out. The black chador asks for the status of Solmaz’s baby. The nurse says, “It’s an adorable little girl!” Black chador has no response. Says again, “A girl?” Nurse says, “Yes!” and closes the slot. Black chador doesn’t move. She stands there, still, a domed black figure.

She knocks on the window again. A different nurse opens it. “Yes?” Black chador says, “I’m here for Solmaz … I know she had her baby but I don’t know what kind … could you check?”

A chill went through me at that moment. If you ask enough times eventually you’ll get a different answer? Suddenly a girl will become a boy if you ask a different nurse?Apparently the ultrasound said it would be a boy, and everyone had heaved a sigh of relief in the family. Phew! A boy!! (I won’t go into how despicable I find that attitude, in any culture.) But now, with the baby being a girl, it is valid grounds for divorce, the in-laws will be furious, the black chadored lady is the woman’s mother, and for her, there is no joy at being a grandmother.

In one simple moment, Panahi indicts his entire culture. De-valuing women is a national concern.

As Panahi’s film goes on, fast and furious, with girls in chadors running through bus stations, yearning for a smoke, huddled in doorways peeking out, hiding, terrified, trapped, you begin to see another side to the “Oh no, it’s a girl” phenomenon. It is quite subversive, and really comes to fruition in the heartbreaking story of the single mother planning to abandon her 3-year-old daughter on the streets of Tehran. She says she hopes that her daughter will be adopted by a rich family who might take her away from Iran: “How can she have a future here? What is there for her in this life?” The woman had tried to abandon her child 3 times before getting up the guts. It rips her heart out. Watching her scenes made me go back in my mind to that first scene, with the open dismay at the baby being a girl. The critique is circular, as well as the structure of the film. With the world welcoming your birth with disappointment, what chance does a girl have? A baby absorbs love. Why wouldn’t a baby absorb that other unwelcoming attitude as well? We may be horrified and pissed at the attitude, but by the time we get to the woman abandoning her daughter, we have to admit: we see her point.

The Circle is not a soap opera-ish litany of complaints, and the fact that I even have to make that clear is just evidence of how privileged I am. 5 or 6 women skulk through the streets of Tehran. They are unconnected (or so we think). It becomes clear that all of them have one thing in common: they have spent time in prison. The repercussions of such a stain on your life are long-lasting (in this country and in others!) Only in the world of The Circle, you can’t be sure that these women didn’t do hard time for, you know, hitchhiking, or letting their scarves fall off their heads, or driving in a car with a man who is not a relative. These aren’t people who’ve murdered someone.

A couple of them have just got out. A couple of them broke out of prison with a larger group and are now on the run. One was in prison, but she is now a nurse, and married to a Pakistani man who has no idea of her past, and he can never know. He doesn’t know why she won’t go to Pakistan to visit his family, but she knows she will be stopped at the border.

These are women who are on their own, even when they are married, and the restrictions of their society makes it nearly impossible for them to survive and be self-sufficient. They need to travel with IDs at all times. They cannot travel alone. They cannot board a bus without a male companion who is also a relative. They cannot check into a hotel by themselves. It is outrageous. The Circle is titanically angry. The pace of the film is frantic. Nobody has time to reflect, or cry tears for themselves. Things are urgent. The police are everywhere.

One of the women comes home once she gets out of prison and it is clear that her brother means to do her harm because of the shame she has brought upon her family. She flees. But where can she go? She has no money. She can’t check into a hotel. She can’t jump on a bus and move to another town. To make matters worse, she is pregnant, and not married. She wants to have an abortion. This is presented with no euphemism, no judgment. Her lover was executed. What is this now-homeless woman supposed to do? Her family members are just as dangerous as the authorities. She has nowhere to turn. The baby must be gotten rid of.

One woman spent 2 years in prison and when she got out found that her husband had taken a second wife. She is grateful to the second wife, because the second wife took care of her kids while she was inside, and we meet the second wife, and she seems like a nice woman. But the betrayal is clear. NOWHERE is safe.

Meanwhile, it appears that everyone in Tehran is getting married on that particular day (Panahi’s ironic sense of humor coming into play). Cars decorated with flowers and streamers meander by, in a long happy parade, we see a nervous groom spilling water on his nice shirt, we get a brief glimpse of a veiled bride in the back seat.

What is there in marriage that can offer sanctuary? This question is not asked overtly in the film, but it doesn’t need to be asked. All we need to see is the procession of blushing veiled brides in the backseats of cars, viewed by women on the sidelines who have nowhere to turn. Even when they are married. Marriage is no protection.

One of the things that Panahi is so good at, (and I noticed this in Offisde as well), is that on an individual level – person to person – things aren’t so bad all the time. Man and woman can greet one another without all of those restrictions between them. The sales guy in the shop in the bus station, who helps Nargessa with her purchase, teasing her about her boyfriend, and doesn’t she know what size he is? The bantering is good-natured, easy, friendly. In Offside we had the characters of the guys hired to guard the girls, and we watch as the girls slowly break down the guards’ authority, and finally the guys just succumb to the fact that this is a stupid rule, and we’re all soccer fans, and Iran just won, hooray!! The girls did not cower in fear at the sight of the males. They basically thumbed their noses at them. Even the spectre of the morality police and their scary van doesn’t dim the girls’ spirits. Or if it does, it is just because now they can’t hear what’s happening in the game in the stadium.

So tyranny – and a “regime” – can never so atomize a population that human beings cannot connect. The regime may try, and boy, they do – and perhaps in extreme cases like North Korea, the totalitarian atmosphere has gone down into a cellular level, hard to know, but Panahi, in his subtle way, shows how the restrictions are not just bad for women, but bad for men, too. Because aren’t we all just human beings? And aren’t women our sisters, mothers, wives, sweethearts? Don’t we, as men, love some women? How can we let them be treated like this? Women aren’t a scary “other” – not face to face. They’re just people we either like, want sexually, love, or are indifferent to. But the regime cannot let this freedom of thought stand, and so morality itself is policed. And of course morality means (in Iran, and elsewhere, like here and everywhere): “How Women Behave”. That’s it. That’s all morality is when you get right down to it. If women would just act like LADIES, and keep their LEGS CLOSED, and did what they were TOLD, so that no man would ever EVER be confronted with his own animal instincts and have to actually negotiate them, and NAVIGATE them responsibly, as opposed to denying them outright, we wouldn’t have such problems in our society! Because sex is at the heart of the morality issue, women are the focal point. It’s been true since Eve took the fall. The “morality” of women is a national concern in Iran. Women can’t be allowed to drive in cars with men they aren’t related to. What would happen next? Open anarchy!

But like I said, Panahi is not a black and white kind of guy. He messes with our assumptions and preconceived notions. In this wonderful interview with Panahi (highly recommended), Stephen Teo writes:

Like the best Iranian directors who have won acclaim on the world stage, Panahi evokes humanitarianism in an unsentimental, realistic fashion, without necessarily overriding political and social messages. In essence, this has come to define the particular aesthetic of Iranian cinema. So powerful is this sensibility that we seem to have no other mode of looking at Iranian cinema other than to equate it with a universal concept of humanitarianism.

When a woman’s hair tumbling out of her headscarf becomes a national problem, it concerns all of us. And so while the men in The Circle are few and far between, they also are omnipresent. The women are either running from men who want to trap them and punish them, or mourning men who have also been persecuted by the regime. The circle continues.

The evolution of the film’s journey is clear. We begin with a black and white image: black chador against white wall. Quiet and still. No movement. But soon we are out on the streets, and then we have nothing but movement, for most of the film. People running and waiting anxiously and hiding and whispering and hugging. At the end of the film, we meet a girl who has been arrested for prostitution (probably), although it is made to sound like she was just hitchhiking. We have never seen her before. She’s a brand-new character. She’s been hauled out of the car and is made to wait for the morality van to show up. She’s kind of a hottie, truth be told, with sassy red lipstick. She calls the cop “honey”, in a contemptuous way.

The van arrives, and she takes a seat. She goes to light a cigarette and she is told there is no smoking in the van. The issue of smoking is an ongoing theme throughout the film. Everyone wants to smoke, but nobody can, for this or that reason, and she, at the very end, is the only one who actually gets to the point where she can light up. I saw an interview with Panahi and he was laughing, saying, “In the West, of course, smoking is seen as dangerous – but here, in this film, smoking is seen as the ultimate freedom.” The one other prisoner in the van is a man, and he cajoles the guards to let him smoke. They cave, say “Sure”. All the men light up. The girl glances around her (oh, so it’s okay that they smoke, and it’s not okay that I smoke?), and with a “Fuck this” expression, she lights up. For the rest of the drive, the camera is on her. The men all talk to each other, bantering, laughing, whatever, it’s unimportant the topic or subject matter. She has a flowered headscarf on, her face is impassive, she stares out the window, and smokes. It’s a long scene. It struck me, as I watched it this last time, how quiet and still the film got at the very end. As still as the scene that started it off. She’s a statue in profile. Her situation is frozen. Stasis.

What will be next?

Panahi says in that interview:

Coming back to your first question: why is Iranian film so beautiful? When you want to say something like this and then you add an artistic form to it, you can see the circle in everything. Now our girl has become an idealistic person and thinks that she can reach for what she wants, so we open up a wide angle and we see the world through her eyes, wider, we carry the camera with the hand and we are moving just like her. When we get to the other person, the camera lens closes, the light becomes darker and it becomes slower. Then we reach the last person, there’s no other movement; it’s just still. If there’s any movement, it’s in the background. This way, the form and whatever you are saying becomes one: a circle both in the form and in the content.

An important film. Banned in Iran (naturally), but “it” got out. The Circle got out and found its audience worldwide. Because of bootleg DVDs and illegal satellite dishes, everyone in Iran has seen The Circle. In reference to one of Panahi’s other films, Offside, there were protests outside of soccer stadiums last year, with women holding up signs saying “WE DON’T WANT TO BE OFFSIDE”, demanding that they be allowed into the game.

Obviously the authorities are right, in their warped world view, to ban Panahi’s films. The films are subversive, in the truest and best sense of the word. Movies like this have the potential to change the world. “How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.”

So perhaps The Circle is like a message in a bottle. A time-traveler. A flashlight in the darkness (a little candle throwing his beams far!), saying to future generations who hopefully will not have the same struggles, “Here is how we lived back then. Here is how it was for us.” Panahi bears witness. He bears witness.

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3 Responses to The Circle (2000); Director: Jafar Panahi

  1. george says:

    I have yet to see any of Panahi’s movies but the way you describe him, his methods (ordinary people instead of actors, studies of types of character) – he sounds a lot like Robert Bresson – but not just in style or methods. They both aim their sights on the human condition and the attendant inhumanities that often make life almost unbearable – though Panahi’s subjects, women in an Islamic state and their status, not as half the human race but more a half human race, is, by several magnitudes harder to take/watch.

    I hesitate to make a political point/appeal, but I wish all the putzes striking brave poses on behalf of Polanski would take up a fight and a cause worthier (not that some haven’t) – Panahi’s freedom. The plight of women in Islamic states, as portrayed in The Circle will take a good deal more unfortunately.

  2. Bruce Reid says:

    George: “…though Panahi’s subjects, women in an Islamic state and their status, not as half the human race but more a half human race, is, by several magnitudes harder to take/watch.”

    Not always; Offside is as delightful to watch as Sheila says, the crisp personalities of the women barred from the match bouncing off each other and the young soldier tasked with guarding them with such expansive wit and humanity that the film’s central formal restriction (the bulk of the action taking place in the 15- or 20-foot pen in which they are detained) didn’t even occur to me until almost an hour in. (I’ve seriously wondered why the DVD wasn’t promoted by being offered as one of those in-house giveaways to the audience on shows like Ellen and Oprah; it’s a hell of a crowd-pleaser, ultimately, and a natural fit to fans of those shows.) And The Mirror is exultantly freeing–from patriarchal restrictions, the expectations of movie-making, the limits of your own head. I don’t want to say why, because the moment the movie blows its own self out of the water is one of the most delirious surprises I’ve ever experienced in a theater seat.

    But yes, The Circle is tough, and should be. If you start there, don’t fear Panahi will put you through the same wringer each time out.

  3. red says:

    Bruce –

    Seeing Offside in the theatre (as I did recently – the Brooklyn Academy of Music had a “Muslim Voices” series for about a week) – was so awesome because it really is a crowd-pleaser. It’s funny from start to end. Panahi thinks that women not being allowed to go to soccer games is the stupidest rule he’s ever heard of (his young daughter is a soccer fan) – so I just love how he (with each character) makes fun of a different aspect of the situation. The girls are all great.

    Offside is a riot – it’s a serious topic, naturally – but those girls are such tomboys, such hooligans, that you really don’t worry about them. AND – the boys they meet along the way – their peers – are NOT the problem. I love the scene early on on the bus to the stadium, when one boy notices that there is a girl dressed up as a boy on the bus. He stares at her and says to his friend, “That’s a girl,” He is shocked. His friend says, “Don’t say anything – don’t ruin her chances for her. Let her try to get in.”

    I don’t want to make Panahi sound too analytical – but this is something I’ve noticed in his films: as PEERS, men and women are fine with one another. It is the imposed restrictions from above that he finds so moronic.

    So he seems to make the point that this sort of corraling-off-of-woman is bad for MEN too. At least that’s what I get.

    And, as a Red Sox fan by birth, Offside reminded me so much of how insane I went on October 27, 2004, how invested I was, how nuts I was, how much a part of a group event I was at that moment – those girls going insane because their team won is the most human and recognizable of emotions … It’s an exhilarating movie.

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