Beasts of Burden

Drunken Horses, and the children who must lead them over rocks and mines

The stark simplicity of A Time for Drunken Horses, one of the few films that have slipped out of post-revolutionary Iran to the West, does nothing to obscure its emotional power or the complexity of the geopolitical issues underlying it. Filmed on location in wintry Kurdistan, it is the heartbreaking story of a boy's fight to hold together what's left of his family in the face of poverty, hardship, disease, and the corruption of nearly all of the adults around him. In the course of just 80 minutes, writer-director Bahman Ghobadi, himself an Iranian Kurd, reveals the incredible pluck of his young characters and provides a troubling vision of a society of outcasts--powerless under law and constantly battered by political instability.

The boy, Ayoub (Nezhad Ekhtiar-Dini), who appears to be about 12, must take the reins of his family because his mother has died, his father has disappeared, and his little brother, Madi (Madi Ekhtiar-Dini), is painfully crippled and getting worse and needs constant care. Ayoub has been wrapping glassware in newspaper at the local bazaar for small change and, sometimes, hiding exercise books under his clothes for a petty smuggler. The only thing he can do to make more money is hire himself out as a human beast of burden, carrying contraband goods over the treacherous mountain pass that separates his Iranian border village from Iraq. In near silence, Ghobadi has created some of the most arresting scenes to be seen on a movie screen: Imagine the sight of three dozen children trudging the snowy trail with huge, child-dwarfing parcels strapped to their backs--in convoy with mules bearing huge truck tires on their flanks. Lest they refuse their duties, the reeling mules have been plied with vodka. Children and animals alike will be lucky if they don't step on a land mine or get ambushed by the militia.

In another culture or in the hands of another sort of filmmaker, these might be the makings of manipulative soap opera or, at best, a surge of Dickensian regret over the fate of the poor. But 30-year-old Ghobadi, whose own deprived childhood was interrupted by the outbreak of the Iran-Iraq war, declines to sentimentalize the children's plight or to tug too hard at the audience's heartstrings. Like the postwar Italian neorealist filmmakers, he employs a cast of unselfconscious nonactors (many of them members of the same off-screen family), then lets the drama speak for itself with a minimum of artificially imposed emotion. He doesn't need any.

Between a land mine and a hard place: Ayoub (Nezhad Ekhtiar-Dini) takes control of a family that is barely one at all.
Between a land mine and a hard place: Ayoub (Nezhad Ekhtiar-Dini) takes control of a family that is barely one at all.

American moviegoers who saw the 1995 Iranian export The White Balloon likely will recall that it turned on the slimmest of plots--the quest of a little girl to buy a plump goldfish for her New Year's celebration. Horses is equally unadorned: An itinerant doctor who periodically examines little Madi warns that the boy needs surgery--that may keep him alive only seven or eight months--and his worried siblings put all their frenzied efforts into helping out. Ayoub becomes a pint-sized packhorse. His younger sister, Amaneh (Amaneh Ekhtiar-Dini), who is the film's touching narrator, tries to keep their hut in order. And his older sister, Rojin (Rojin Younessi), agrees to an arranged marriage with an Iraqi Kurd on the promise that her new in-laws will help pay for Madi's operation. A wind-whipped meeting between the two tattered families, at which the bargain goes wrong, is another of the film's indelible scenes. In the midst of it, we behold tiny Madi, his crooked legs stuffed into a pouch, lashed to the ribcage of a huffing mule, like any other piece of cargo.

Ghobadi's passage into feature-length films was scarcely less harsh. After studying and apprenticing to the great Iranian director Abbas Kiarostami, Ghobadi made several short films but managed to finance Horses only after selling his family's possessions and imposing on relatives and friends to do the same. He spent two winters shooting and reshooting in his native Kurdistan, and the result is a minor masterpiece (at least) that earned him the prestigious Camera d'Or award at the Cannes Film Festival. Like many Iranian films, it is ostensibly about children--dispossessed and desolate children--not only because children comprise a huge proportion of the Iranian and Iraqi citizenry, but also because "children's films" more easily pass strict Iranian censorship codes, which prohibit even as much as a chaste kiss between a man and a woman, or the sight of a wife's uncovered head. Still, from the mouths of babes...

Without flinching, Horses examines the courage and selflessness of kids trying to survive in the most trying circumstances, and by extension it comments on the plight of the Kurds themselves--as long as you can read between the lines. Known as the largest ethnic group in the world without a homeland, 20 million Kurds, most of them Sunni Muslims, are spread throughout parts of Turkey, Iraq, Syria, and Iran. Ghobadi, who may be the only Kurdish film director, says he made Horses "as a humble tribute to my cultural heritage" and hopes it will help dramatize the agonies of his people. "The Kurds you see in this film," he writes, "are not figments of my imagination. They represent real people, whose brave struggle for survival I have personally witnessed."

It's difficult to imagine a more eloquent tribute.

 
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