Closed Curtain
Synopsis
In a secluded house by the sea with the curtains shut, a screenwriter hides from the world with only his dog as company. The tranquility is abruptly broken one night by the arrival of a young woman fleeing from the authorities. Refusing to leave, she takes refuge in the house. But come dawn, another unexpected presence will change everything.
Main Cast
Kambuzia Partovi
The Writer
Maryam Moghaddam
Melika
Jafar Panahi
Himself
Hadi Saeedi
Melika's Brother
Azadeh Torabi
Melika's Sister
Abolghasem Sobhani
Agha Olia
Mahyar Jafaripour
Younger Brother
Ramin Akhariani
Worker
Sina Mashyekhi
Worker
Siamak Abedinpour
Worker
Trailer
User Reviews
CinemaSerf
Kambuzia Partovi plays a writer who just wants to get away from it all. To that end, he rents a house by the sea, blacks out the windows and settles down to address what is clearly his writer's block - with only his small (and banned) pet dog for company. When he hears noises outside, he investigates only to find that a young couple have managed to get into the place. He demands that they go, but they plead sanctuary from the pursuing police as they were caught at a prohibited barbecue on the beach. It’s only going to be until the lad (Hadi Saeedi) goes to get a car, so he agrees to allow his sister “Melika” (Maryam Moghadam) to take a shower and wait. What is soon clear is that she is in no hurry to go, nor is she any respecter of him, his desire for privacy nor his need to focus on his work. She gets under his (and our) finger nails but then, in the morning, who should show up but Jafar Panahi himself. What’s he got to do with things? Why can't he see the girl? Why are he and the writer never in shot at the same time? Is this a ghost story? Is it something altogether more psychologically oppressive? I didn’t love this film. The first half hour works well in delivering a claustrophobic sense of the persecuted - not just the blackouts, but the fact that the author is terrified about the authorities finding his pooch. Once we pass that intensive stage of the drama and, indeed, it becomes more of an actual drama I found myself losing interest. Clearly Panahi wants to point out the restrictive nature of the regime and it’s bondage of the creative arts, but this one is a little too repetitious; there are far too many lingering static shots or people going up and down the stairs and Panahi himself mooches around trying to present himself as some sort of ill-defined conduit between what might be real and what might not. There’s not a great deal of dialogue which does allow us to infer liberally from what we see, but it also leaves us to do just a bit too much of the interpretive heavy lifting for ourselves.
