Nader and Simin, A Separation (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The chief character in Asghar Farhadi‘s A Separation (2011), Nader (Peyman Maadi) refuses to admit to his wrongdoing.  Frustrated, he will not pay a disappointing caretaker of his sick father her proper wage and pushes her out the door of his apartment to get her to leave.  The caretaker, Razieh (Sareh Bayat), who is pregnant, takes a minor fall and subsequently miscarries.  She and her angry husband blame Nader’s push for the miscarriage, thus an accusation of murder is made.  But, regardless of everyone’s suspicions, the evidence for this is not there.  (Does it matter to Iranian society?)  What’s more, Razieh herself refuses to admit to wrongdoing.  Yet I agree with David Edelstein that “What makes [A Separation] so good is that no one is bad.”  They’re just put-upon and fearful.

There is nothing genuinely good about familial separation in Farhadi’s vision.  Nader’s wife Simin (Leila Hatami) tries to divorce Nader because he will not leave Iran to go with her to a country more beneficial to their daughter.  Rightly the man declines to leave his Alzheimer’s-stricken father.  Simin’s desire to separate, and Nader’s willingness to let it happen, opens the door to a painful labyrinth.  A grand hiding of the truth emerges.  All the not-bad souls suffer, but they resemble most of those Chekhov characters who, rather than shoot themselves, respectably go on living.  Fortunately, Farhadi is not hiding the truth.

(In Farsi with English subtitles)

Cover of McCabe & Mrs. Miller

Robert Altman‘s McCabe and Mrs. Miller (1971) does appear to be far more truthful about the American West than other Westerns (i.e., mythological Westerns).  However, I don’t know which is more ill-written—the movie’s Leonard Cohen songs or the Altman-Brian McKay script.  Er . . . it has to be the script.

Warren Beatty enacts a profane cynic who becomes a dominating businessman in a frontier town, and gradually he begins a relationship with a brothel madam (Julie Christie) which is pretty hazy.  The film is boringly and laughably anti-capitalist and has a lot of lame, dopey dialogue.  Although it isn’t Beatty’s fault, he doesn’t really know what kind of man he is portraying, and yet his acting is assuredly superior to that of Christie and Rene Auberjonois, who are merely going through the motions.

The costumes and production design are exactly what a non-mythological Western should have.  Even so, I said the Beatty character, John McCabe, is a profane cynic; hence it comes as no surprise that Altman’s film is an offputting, foul-mouthed (and unfocused) mess.

A tenuously supernatural love story, the film If I Stay (2014) lies to us about comatose people having the inner power to cheat death.  Pretty deplorable.

Chloe Grace Moretz does a good job of creating a character: that of Mia, the cello-playing girl who becomes comatose.  Miss Moretz is likable and, quite kinetic in this movie, her whole physical appearance is a charmer.  Jamie Blackley enacts her lover—a hip nobody.

Like so many other flicks about teenage love, If I Stay makes a big deal of the fact that the guy is experienced and the girl inexperienced.  By now this has become mildly sexist.