The Salesman Cannot Come to Your Door

Asghar Farhadi is among my favorite writer/directors. He has an uncanny aptitude for putting his finger precisely on society’s pressure points and — having drawn our attention to the knotty issue — standing back to let his impressively imperfect and ultimately relatable characters try, and fail, to work out the immobilized muscle.

His latest is The Salesman (Forushande). Although it won both Best Screenplay and Best Actor (for Shahab Hosseini) at Cannes, it is among my least favorite of his films. That doesn’t mean it’s not good; it means that I did not find it transcendent and shattering, as I did A SeparationAbout Elly, and The PastThe Salesman is more like Fireworks Wednesday — a story that builds to a dramatic, unforeseen, but unavoidable conclusion, as opposed to one that concludes with you realizing the story was yours all along.

This is Farhadi’s special genius. He invites you into lives unfamiliar only to spin around the mirror in the last moments so you can see your own surprised face.

In The Salesman, a married couple, both actors currently staging Arthur Miller’s The Death of a Salesman, find themselves in need of lodging. Here we have the film’s most perfect moments, at its very beginning. We are shown around the titular play’s stage, so we might recognize drama for drama, and then the world begins to crumble. Emad (Hosseini) and Rana (Taraneh Alidoosti) awake to find their apartment trembling beneath their feet. Their neighbors evacuate as cracks appear in the walls — get out; everything is falling down around us!

Feel the knot beneath your fingers. Recognize the familiar soreness. Then look out the window to discover there is no earthquake or natural disaster. Your life is disintegrating because someone is digging against your foundations with a backhoe. As you scramble to find your credit card and your toothbrush, an unnamed somebody continues to casually scoop away the support upon which your world relies.

Emad and Rana end up renting a recently vacated flat a member of their troupe owns. Through a series of serious complications, a tragedy befalls the couple — one with no simple cause or solution. As in all of Farhadi’s films, the cast of characters respond to stimuli as people must and less so as drama demands. But, unlike the best of Farhadi’s films, this one’s trajectory feels haphazard. When the film concludes, having in unexpected ways reflected the work of Arthur Miller, all I felt was, “what a mess.” I did not lament the way the world is and understand my culpability for exactly that, as I do following Farhadi’s best work.

Salesman

Perhaps this is because I have spent the past few weeks lamenting the way the world is and struggling with my culpability for exactly that. Both Asghar Farhadi and Taraneh Alidoosti were planning on attending the Academy Awards — for one of which The Salesman is nominated — but now, with Rupert Trumpkin’s cruel, deliberately infuriating, and destructive executive order, they can and will not. They are Irani, which means they — like a great many laudable people and things — come from Iran.

Someone — a deluded, vile puppet of man — is digging against our foundations for the true purposes of which he is likely unaware. If we do not act now, our world will crumble down around our ears. As with The Salesman, who will suffer and who will not remains to be seen. All that is clear is that suffering is coming, and if you only care whether or not the suffering will happen to you, I think you should fuck off.

Asghar Farhadi

5 responses on “The Salesman Cannot Come to Your Door

  1. Will have to come back and read this in fear of spoilers, really looking forward to it. I didn’t event realise that he had a new film out until a couple of weeks back.

    • It’s a spoiler-free review; summarizing Farhadi isn’t worth the effort. I just set the scene. In short tho: not his best but still worth your while.

      • I just got A Separation again recently as I wanted to watch it again. Just want to see if it’s as good as I remember it being back in 2011.

        I watched About Elly fairly recently too. It was on Amazon Prime for a while. Loved that too.

        • If you haven’t seen The Past, that’s also very good. Fireworks Wednesday doesn’t stick in my mind, and reviewing my review of it, I think I may have been overly generous. Still haven’t managed to get ahold of his earlier work — I think there are 2 or 3 he made in Iran that aren’t readily available yet.

          But I love Farhadi.

          • Yeah I watched that too when it originally came out but it didn’t hit me in the same way as A Separation, I might just watch that again too.

            I’ve never really been someone that rewatches films a lot but recently I’ve been doing it more.

Leave a Reply to MashCancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.