Directed by Abbas Kiarostami.
Ten is a film composed of ten sequences, all of them shot from within a car travelling around Tehran. The driver is a woman in her thirties, middle class and well-dressed. She talks with her passenger in each sequence – her son is the passenger in three sequences, the others feature her sister, two other female acquaintances, a prostitute and an older woman.
The film is shot using a dash-board mounted camera aimed at either the driver or her passenger. Occasionally the camera is directed outside the car, but for the most part the exterior is visible only as a background to the speaker. In each sequence the camera is aimed primarily at either driver or passenger – sometimes solely, sometimes with brief cutaways. In 10 on Ten (2004) Kiarostami delivers ten short talks on his film-making method with particular reference to Ten. He places the camera in his car and talks as he drives, with rural Iran passing in the background. It is a filmed seminar, but filmed in the director’s characteristic style. He believes that the enclosed space of the car intensifies the conversation, while the side-by side spatial arrangement frees the characters to engage, disengage and divert as the mood takes them. However, Ten stands alone, needing no explication.
The actors were non-professionals, and rather than giving them a script Kiarostami outlined the general content of the scene and left them to improvise. They drove off accompanied only by the camera – no director, no camera operator. A shooting ratio of 15:1 allowed Kiarostami to select as he wished, but his minimalist direction is complemented by minimalist editing. The driver is played by Mania Akbari, a painter who subsequently became a filmmaker; in the film her son and her sister are played by her actual son and sister, Amin Maher and Roya Akbari, doubtless enhancing the improvisation.
Kiarostami likes to use non-professionals playing characters based loosely on themselves – or, as in Life and Nothing More, on himself. They are often filmed travelling in cars; sometimes the journey is significant, sometimes, as in Ten, the encapsulation of the car is primary, but always the reflection of Iranian society becomes visible in the microcosm of the travelling car. The day-to-day of gender politics in Iran is played out in the front seat. He does not ask his actors to create characters, but to be themselves in the circumstances he outlines to them. This is certainly not a documentary method, since the outline is fictional, but the actors express their own reality through the scene.
Although Kiarostami regards Ozu as amongst his greatest influences, he stands much more in the cinéma vérité tradition of Dziga Vertov, Chris Marker and the Italian neo-realists, most notably Rossellini. Oppenheimer’s monumental The Act of Killing is a recent film in this tradition. Paradoxically, Kiarostami’s use of small, mounted digital cameras makes for a less intrusive presence than has previously been possible in the realist tradition.
For example, consider the sequence in which the driver gives a lift to a pious older woman who is heading to a tomb to pray:
The older woman, who wears the very conservative chador, presents herself as extremely religious – in contrast to the younger, higher class and obviously less religious driver. Obviously, because she wears only a headscarf that doesn’t completely cover her hair, unlike the hijab which we see her sister wearing elsewhere in the film. The entire sequence shows only the driver, and we see her reaction to what she is being told. From time to time she adjusts her scarf a if to cover more of her hair, and when they arrive at the mausoleum the older woman pressures her to go in and pray. The tensions generated between a fundamentalist government and a more liberal middle class permeate this encounter; the matter of the covering of women’s hair is revisited in a touching sequence later in the film.
Chief amongst the other passengers is the driver’s son Amin, who looks about ten years old. In the first of his three appearances he and his mother have a fierce argument in which he is alternately overbearing, aggressive and accusatory. He is angry because she has divorced his father, gaining the decree by accusing his father of drug use. He is the outraged defender of his father’s honour, and not at all interested in her explanation that without the manufactured complaint the divorce would never have been granted by the religious authorities. She becomes more angry in response to his furious intransigence, and nothing is resolved.
Although the other sequences also offer the chance to reflect on women’s roles in Iran, there is no heavily-signalled message; in this respect Kiarostami does resemble his admired Ozu, leaving room for a flow of sympathy that never settles on just one character. To achieve this under the rigours of his shooting method is a marvel, and also a justification.