Love Dedicated to A.L. This incredibly romantic story took place in a very inappropriate place for expressing feelings - at a construction site, where Afghan refugees worked in between with local Iranians from morning to night.
This is how, like a fairy tale narrative, it is worth starting to tell about the film by Majid Majidi.
While the background to much of our story is hammering and mortar mixing, Rain is not a production drama that describes the hardships of illegals. The viewer, of course, will see the extreme need of refugees, their meager diet, and injuries in the workplace, for which no one is obliged to compensate a penny.
But for the director, all these hardships are not the end point of a journey through the life road of his beloved characters, softened from misfortune. As you can admire the playing rays of a rare sun in roadside puddles, so in the “Rain” through household quarrels and aching despair, hidden spiritual warmth breaks through. The generosity of Mehmar, ready to give the last money to his subordinates, rivals the generosity of Soltan, who goes to all sorts of tricks to help a friend.
In many films that tell about the lives of ordinary people in the third world, directors belittle the inner world of characters who live simple, like the decoration of their huts, cares: there is nothing to feed their children, nothing to buy firewood for, no money for the treatment of their mother, etc. Admiration for friendship and mutual assistance in overcoming difficulties is usually more than such a movie dares to do.
“Rain” goes further and reveals in the simple and slightly cynical Latif a feeling that instantly turns a handyman into a knight, ready to devote every minute of his life to a beautiful lady. The happiness of the chosen one, who is hardly aware of this status, becomes for Latif the most important goal of his existence. The one who rained on your dried soil should be happy at all costs. For this, all the medieval nobility that forces you to give up months of hard work and even your own personality in a matter of days. Crumbled things almost for the first time in the history of cinema will not be an occasion to touch the hand of a beauty, but an occasion to help neatly collect everything.
The picture of Majidi does not embellish anything - as in the usual life, breakups and bitterness in the film more than meetings and joys. But Latif is already exposed to this brevity of true happiness, best described by the trail of his beloved foot in the pouring rain. And the once narcissistic young man will now do everything to give his beloved the fairy tale until the last day, into which he was once carried away by a gust of wind, which opened a secret veil.
10 out of 10
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