Synopsis
An 8 year old boy must return his friend's notebook he took by mistake, lest his friend be punished by expulsion from school.
1987 ‘خانهی دوست کجاست؟’ Directed by Abbas Kiarostami
An 8 year old boy must return his friend's notebook he took by mistake, lest his friend be punished by expulsion from school.
Babek Ahmed Poor Ahmed Ahmed Poor Kheda Barech Defai Iran Outari Ait Ansari Sadika Taohidi Ali Djamali Biman Mouafi Aziz Babai Nader Ghoulami Akbar Mouradi Teba Slimani Mohammad Reza Parvaneh Farahanka Brothers Maria Chdjari Hamdallah Askar Poor Kadiret Kaoiyen Poor Hager Faraz Poor Mohamed Hocine Rouhi Rafia Difai Agakhan Karadach Khani Mohammad Reza Nematzadeh
Where Is the Friend's Home?, Khane-ye doost kojast?, Where Is My Friend's Home?, Where Is the Friend's House?, Waar Is het Huis van Mijn Vriend?, Khane-ye doust kodjast?, Onde Fica a Casa do Meu Amigo?, خانه دوست کجاست؟, Où est la maison de mon ami ?, Arkadaşımın Evi Nerede?, 내 친구의 집은 어디인가, Gdzie jest dom mojego przyjaciela?, ¿Dónde queda la casa de mi amigo?, Waar is het huis van mijn vriend?, Gdje je kuća mojega prijatelja?, Hvor er min vens hus?, Ystävä hädässä, Missä on ystävän talo?, Πού είναι το σπίτι του φίλου μου;, Hol a barátom háza?, Dov'è la casa del mio amico?, 友だちのうちはどこ?, Hvor er min venns hus?, Gde je kuća moga druga, Где дом друга?, ¿Dónde está la casa de mi amigo?, Var är min väns hus?, Var finns min väns hus?, 何處是我朋友的家?, Wo ist das Haus meines Freundes?, 踏破鐵鞋無覓處, 何处是我朋友的家, Khane-ye Doust Kodjast?, Къде е домът на приятеля?, Kur draugo namas?, Kde je dům mého přítele?, Kde je dom môjho priateľa?
Happy birthday Kiarostami!
I have a huge soft spot for films that understand the purpose of children in society. Because so often it feels like they are looked at as mirrors of who we once were that we have the ability to mold rather than a part of humanity we could learn from. A few films that immediately come to mind are Truffaut's The 400 Blows and Pialat's L'Enfance nue. While sure, Where Is My Friend's House fits in the same category as those films in a sense that it also features a bunch of shots of a little boy running around in a world full of mystery. But rather than feeling hard to ignore, its as though this boy…
Grandfather's Friend:''What I mean to say is, suppose the kid did nothing wrong. What would you do? What then?''
Grandfather:''I'd find an excuse and give him a beating every other week. So he wouldn't forget.''
Often it's the smallest and simplest observations on life that are the most emotionally resonant and impactful, as is the case with Abbas Kiarostami's 1987 film Where Is the Friend's Home?, where we see immense compassion and loyalty from a child who navigates a world of adults who do not listen to him or consider that he even has feelings as he tries to return his friends schoolbook to help avoid him getting expelled. This is Kiarostami at his most narratively conventional, but he still…
one of the most diligent films ever made, a painstaking coming of age odyssey with an incredibly expansive symbology: everything here is absolutely essential, a boy whose back hurts because he needs to help his father by carrying milk, some brownish red pants, a gust of wind in the backyard, the windows' reflex on the walls... it's all very potent, these signs aren't there for mere narrative development, they address a much bigger spectrum where politics, economics and metaphysics collide. the biggest question here is also the biggest question on liberalism: how am i supposed to do my work when i am preventing my neighbour of doing his? an extremely meticulous work, which ends with the most utterly beautiful signs of them all: a small flower on a notebook.
the kind of life-affirming masterpiece that would never be made today (because of GPS).
Iranian culture normally puts a lot of emphasis on children and the education they must receive in order to "be good contributors to society". The methods used are, of course, inappropriate and destructive, but that's life's vicious cycle: unless a generation breaks the moral patterns established, they will keep on getting transmitted through heritage. This beautiful slice of everyday life makes us go deep into the mind of a child, a child that we once were. The film is so explicit in its emotions that we understand everything going on in his mind, the motives behind his actions and *bam*! Suddenly, we are focusing on adults for segments of around 6 minutes for contrast effects. Adulthood hypocrisy is a strong issue to deal with, but it is very satisfactory to see a talented filmmaker to put Iran on the map, question certain aspects of education and growth and focus on the little, audiovisual and sensory elements of life.
96/100
#Kiarostami Rewatch
where are you
i brought your notebook
i went where the road took me
and it handed me a flower
to be remembered by.
Let's talk about that flower, shall we?
One of my favorite scenes is where the young boy and the old man walk the streets of Poshteh in the darkness. The film's greatest asset is undoubtedly repetition, which manifests in the central conflict between the child and the adult world. The adults don't pay attention to what the little boy says and only repeat their petty, self-righteous lines without listening to what the child has to say. The only adult who truly listens to him is an old blacksmith living in solitude. He is in…
Lucky enough to see the restored Koker Trilogy on the big screen thanks to the Kiarostami retrospective (And Life Goes On: The Films of Abbas Kiarostami) at The Cinematheque in Vancouver.
(Kiarostami never referred to Where Is the Friend's Home? (1987), And Life Goes On (a.k.a. Life and Nothing More, 1992) and Through the Olive Trees (1994) a trilogy - this was dubbed by critics and film scholars)
Indiewire covered the Janus Films traveling series:
www.indiewire.com/2019/07/abbas-kiarostami-a-retrospective-trailer-janus-films-restoration-1202160458/
Watched at The Cinematheque in Vancouver.
a little miracle of a movie i'd like to keep in my pocket to remind myself how important kindness is. simultaneously warmed and broke my heart.