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Zamani Barayé Masti Absha (A Time for Drunken Horses) (2000): Visions of Suffering

Zamani Barayé Masti Absha (A Time for Drunken Horses) (Bahman Ghobadi, 2000)

Two members of the central family, with a small picture of the mountains in which they work superimposed lower right, adorns the movie poster.

People around me talking to the walls inside.
photo credit: Wikipedia

I have no idea what, exactly, Bahman Ghobadi, a Kurdish filmmaker currently best-known for his film No One Knows About Persian Cats, was thinking when he came up with the plot of A Time for Drunken Horses. Nor what he was ingesting, since I find it very hard to imagine that this movie, or at least some of its stranger details, was conceived by someone in a perfectly sober state. Needless to say, this ups the interest factor on what might otherwise be the kind of movie that some folks might call “one of those movies where nothing happens.” They’re wrong, of course, but you know exactly the type of movie I’m talking about, the kind that generally appeals to critics and art-film nerds, but that most of the public couldn’t care less about. Have you ever seen an Abbas Kiarostami movie? Than yeah, you know what I’m talking about. Kiarostami, too, is Iranian. He’s somewhat better-known than Ghobadi. I’m not sure why; both of them are quite good at what they do, both of them take a lot of chances in their work, and both of them have quietly amassed a corpus that is as deep as it is pretty. But first you’ve got to scratch the surface hard enough to get at what’s underneath, and I seem to have talked myself into helping you figure out how to do that with A Time for Drunken Horses, Sit back, relax, etc.

Ayoub yells at someone offscreen, a close-up of his horse's eye in the foreground, in a still from the film.

“No, you idiot, tequila makes him sick! He wants RUM!”
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As with most slice-of-life movies, A Time for Drunken Horses is essentially plotless for much of its length. It centers on a family of smugglers working the Iran-Iraq border. After the father of the clan is incapacitated, twelve-year-old Ayoub (like all the film’s principals, in his only screen appearance) is forced to take over the business, both to feed his family and to save money for the medical care of his handicapped brother Madi (Madi Ekhtiar-dini). The family dynamic is interrupted when the family’s uncle negotiates the hand of oldest daughter Rojin (Rojin Younessi) in marriage, which they hope will provide enough of a dowry to pay for an operation for Madi. The film’s title refers to the alcohol-spiked water Ayoub and the other smugglers feed their pack mules both to keep them working and to fend off the cold in the Iranian mountains; work too hard, give them too much, and the animals get drunk. With Ayoub working overtime, the animals get very drunk indeed.

Madi looks contemplative in a still from the film.

“Just once, I’d like a rain slicker of a different color.”
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Many of the reviews of the movie I have read while pondering mine speak to the movie’s documentary-like atmosphere. I find that odd—not because I don’t believe that there are families out there in poverty scraping by with smuggling (hell, I can see that in the Cleveland suburbs), but because the entire film is overlaid with a sheen of absurdity it’s well-nigh impossible not to notice. The Kiarostami influence is there, of course, and it manifests itself in that blend of realism and absurdism you find in movies like A Taste of Cherry or Shirin. I’m not talking about extended fantasy sequences or anything, just that sense you get that things are just a little off. Things get more off the drunker the pack mules get. This is not coincidental. And then you get to the climax, or what passes for a climax in a film with such flat affect (and that, in itself, is part of what feels so absurd about this movie; it could have gone any way from melodrama to screwball comedy, and instead Ghobadi seems like he’s trying to recreate the cinematography of Taiga in a film five times shorter). If you find yourself sitting there saying “what just happened?” to yourself, you’re not alone. Especially when the credits start rolling a couple of minutes later. A lot of people saw this as huge. I don’t know why, but I ended up seeing a curiosity. An interesting one to be sure, but I was not as moved by it as most. ** ½

Trailer. Unsubbed. (The full film is available unsubbed on youtube, easily found if you search on the title.)

About Robert "Goat" Beveridge

Media critic (amateur, semi-pro, and for one brief shining moment in 2000 pro) since 1986. Guy behind noise/powerelectronics band XTerminal (after many small stints in jazz, rock, and metal bands). Known for being tactless but honest.

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