Homework

In 'Homework' Kiarostami, interviews children on their personal opinions to homework. It is a great documentary, funny, sweet, and so easy to watch. Kiarostami literally films the children and interviews them and that's it, but by doing this he captures the children in such a great way that you wonder that Truffaut, is not directing the kids from off camera! The children brim with the kind of charisma that we'd forgot children could do in a film let alone in real life, and seems to seek to remind us what being a child was all about. 'Homework' whilst being a fine film in it's own right also seems to serve as an important precursor for Nicolas Philibert's 2002 documentary on rural school life 'Être et avoir', and provokes the same positive feeling as that film and also of Truffaut's 'L'agent Poche'.

I've only recently discovered Kiarostami. In the last few weeks I've watched "The Wind will Carry Us", "Under the Olive Trees" and now "Homework". Yes, they are slow. No they are not action packed, exciting or epic. But in each case, I'm glad I persevered. "Homework" is probably the slowest of the three I've seen, and I have to admit I did consider giving up after half an hour or so. But when it finished, I was very glad I'd watched it. The conclusion is very moving, but has to be seen in the context of the whole film, so don't just jump to the end.

What his films show you is that Iranian people are very much like you and me. Each has his or her own problems and concerns. Kiarostami finds beauty and intensity in what appear to be mundane situations. He has a great eye for simple situations which have wider implications. A great director.

Kiarostami exposes some of the hardships of being a young student in Iran. With a few simple shots and a few basic questions, he manages to sketch out both the problems and the joys of childhood.

Kiarostami (playing himself, or simply "playing director") sets up his camera for a few days in a grade school in order to find out about children and their attitudes and struggles with homework. Kids of every personality (from hyper to shy, bragging to quiet) all felt the need to lie about the importance of homework in their life. We laugh each time a young interviewee tells a small fib and says they prefer the difficulty of their homework to watching cartoons after school. But often the truth of the matter is they reason they struggle with their homework is because both parents might be illiterate, or older brothers and sisters provide little support as well. Homework often takes a back seat to the reality of life for these children who are torn between the obligations of being a child and the obligations of being an active member of a family struggling to make ends meet.

An excellent little film - hard-going for the the impatient moviegoer who might need EVERYTHING spelled out for him/her, but for the rest of us, it's a joy to pull out the many meanings and truths embedded in this film.

This documentary is released in 1989, but obviously is filmed at least 2 or 3 years before that, as they talk several times about the war with Saddam.

Even though I was born in 1991, and didn't went to school until 1996 (almost 10 years after this documentary is filmed) but I totally understand this little, innocent fellas, Because I raised under the same toxic educational system. Everyday, I faced emotional abuse as well as physical abuse of myself or my classmates in the school. To be honest, I really do not remember even a single happy day at school, and that makes me really sad.

By watching this documentary, I remembered that I had a teacher in elementary school who touched kids too, in a sexual manner. Even though I didn't let him touch me and he refused to do that again after one or two tries, but I had seen sexual abuse of my friends in the class, in front of other classmates. We were under pressure, and we never educated to talk about sexual abuse, it was a shame for ourselves to talk about such things, and they did what they wanted with us, with no worries at all.

Watching this documentary bring back all those bad memories of school years. I feel pitty for myself, my classmates, and my generation in general.

It was by far the hardest film I have ever seen. My eyes was wet all over the film, for several times, I had to pause it for minutes and take a walk before continue watching it, and just before ending, when that poor little fella started singing Ey Khoda (O God), by hearing the first verse, I couldn't control myself anymore and started crying. Only those who raised in such educational system, can fully understand emotional and physical abuse that this Kiarostami is trying to picture.

P. S. For those of you who are wondering about current status of the education system of Iran, well, even though I do not have a kid myself, but as I know, educational system is changed a lot, in a good way, physical abuse is forbidden and homeworks are much less than before, but it is still far from an ideal system. Even today, we still read in news about physical abuse in school (several poor little fellas hospitalized or even died, and I'm sure there is much more cases which do not goes public at all).

A nice little documentary about parenting in Iran, from the child's point of view, in as much as it presents the parents attitudes to their children reguarding education. And the children infront of the camera say more than any adult could, as is always the way. Unfortunatly the director spends a little too much time explaining himself at the begining, talking about what kind of film he might or might not make in a slightly pretentious way. And the continual cutting from child to camera man (the director himself, looking directorly) doesn't quite work. But when the children are left to just get on with it the film flows along nicely. A useful insight into Iran, a country that, despite the recent wave of movies, remains shamefully unknown to the average European or American.