It Was Just an Accident 4K 2025 Ultra HD 2160p

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A couple with their young daughter is driving home at night when their car breaks down. While a local resident helps with the repairs, his brother, Vahid, recognizes the man—whose face he has never seen—by the creak of the family man’s prosthetic leg as the man who had tortured him in prison. Vahid kidnaps the villain and is about to bury him alive, but at the last moment, he begins to wonder if he has made a mistake. To confirm the captive’s identity, the man sets out to find other former prisoners of the regime.

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Iranian director Jafar Panahi has long been out of favor in his homeland; he has shot most of his films while operating underground—sometimes at his country house, sometimes in his own car—and, as the story goes, once smuggled one of his films to a prestigious film festival by hiding a flash drive inside a pie. Perhaps these circumstances make it difficult to view his work entirely objectively and cause the European film elite to somewhat overestimate his talent, which hardly surpasses that of his compatriots such as Abbas Kiarostami or Majid Majidi. To tell the truth, his latest film, “It Was Just an Accident,” is not particularly engaging or cinematically expressive either, and in many respects seems rather mediocre. And yet one cannot help but be moved by respect for the depth and sincerity of Jafar Panahi’s artistic vision, a man who knows full well that the only ink worthy of an artist is his own blood, and who wins us over with his time-tested honesty and the nobility of his principles.

Vahid, who was once wrongfully imprisoned, seems to recognize in a chance encounter a prison guard who tortured him during his incarceration several years ago (the guard had been seriously wounded during the war and wore a prosthetic leg—a dangerous sign). Thirsting for revenge, the man kidnaps his tormentor and takes him to the desert, intending to take the law into his own hands. But the crux of the matter is that the hero isn’t entirely sure whether his captive is truly the same man who once tortured him. Honest Vahid does not let anger cloud his judgment and sets out in search of fellow sufferers who might be able to identify his tormentor with greater certainty.

And Jafar Panahi’s film is not so much a story of revenge as a sad parable about unavenged souls, doomed to wander the earth in search of justice. It doesn’t really matter whether Vahid ultimately decides to kill his captive or not—revenge is still incapable of bringing relief to the restless, and I can just picture how, having settled the score with the murderer once, the hero continues to shudder years later upon hearing the familiar clatter of a prosthetic leg on the pavement, tormented by the question: “Wasn’t this man actually my jailer? And didn’t I once punish an innocent man?” A small act of personal revenge cannot compensate the heroes for the absence of universal justice. And justice, alas, will not prevail tomorrow.

But, of course, aside from pain and bitterness, Jafar Panahi’s film evokes many uplifting feelings, above all thanks to the deeply decent protagonist, unbroken by trials and who, against all odds, has preserved within himself both genuine wisdom and noble hatred, “coexisting with love” and having little in common with petty personal resentment. It has often been said that in dark times, good people stand out clearly, and sincere conviction in one’s own righteousness often becomes, in difficult moments, our last—but by no means insignificant—consolation.