Bahman Mohassess was a celebrated artist at the time of the Shah. Trained in Italy, he created sculptures and paintings in his homeland. But audiences often took offence at the pronounced phalli on his mostly naked bronze figures and his work was regularly censored.
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Un film qui est extraordinairement construit, sensible, dur, dans lequel le personnage se révèle, parfois se donne, raconte une vie, sa vie d'artiste à travers ses créations mais aussi ses destructions (qu'il nomme les décés de ses œuvres). Un parcours de vie invraisemblable et un final à l'image du personnage.
Sublime, merci MITRA FARAHANI.
The film overall is an effective, pleasant reveal of an intriguing artist. Mohasses's art is "stubborn expressionism". Drowning in the domineering nature of an individualist mindfulness while attempting to pretend himself, as displayed in his artworks- an observer of the history he belongs, at the same time, ignoring the factual trends as comprising his own expressions and status of a historical figure.
Masterpiece. The only issue is the lack of subtitles on some parts and my battle with french (on the black screens... but I get it’s not responsibility of the filmmaker but Mubi. So amazing I can condone that.
Un documentaire très bien conçu, avec sensibilité et réalisme. Les derniers moments de Bahman Mohassess n'auraient pas pu être mieux racontés. Merci Mitra Farahani pour ce portrait intime merveilleusement bien réalisé.
Definitely one of the most engaging and fantastic documentaries I've seen here on mubi (& in life tbh). Mitra Farahani paints such a great portrait of a complicated but eternally fascinating man, from his works to how he was when the director found him. The film is almost co-directed by him, and I found myself really endeared to Ms. Farahani along the way. It's a rollercoaster of a film with no excess&perfect editing
A beautiful film, poignant, brilliant, flash of great art, hidden and found, & the sadness of passing, yet a flourish, a blossom, a memento, this recording, its humour, humaneness, sensitivity, what more can one ask for, say?