Irreverent city engineer Behzad comes to a rural village in Iran to keep vigil for a dying relative. In the meanwhile the film follows his efforts to fit in with the local community and how he changes his own attitudes as a result. —IMDb
Abbas Kiarostami was born in Tehran, Iran, in 1940. He graduated from university with a degree in fine arts before starting work as a graphic designer. He then joined the Center for Intellectual Development of Children and Young Adults, where he started a film section, and this started his career as a filmmaker at the age of 30. Since then he has made many movies and has become one of the most important figures in contemporary Iranian film. He is also a major figure in the arts world, and has had numerous gallery exhibitions of his photography, short films and poetry. He is an iconic figure for what he has done, and he has achieved it all by believing in the arts and the creativity of his mind. —World Cinema Foundation
The long, wide shots of vast expanses - bursting with colour, seldom cutting hurriedly - can be seen as symbolic of the distances - cultural, physical - between the rural and urban, as embodied in its visiting city-dweller (in mirror reflection to Majidi’s Song of Sparrows) - as well as the vitality and lifestyle beneath the preserved ancestral norms that see unwitting perturbment on his part. Its wandering nature is then but apropos of the setting; its didactic dialogues, apropos of the culture; its abounding images, the geography.
" listen do you hear the darkness blowing? something is passing in the night. the moon is restless and red and over this rooftop. where crumbling is a constant fear clouds, like a procession of mourners seem to be waiting for the moment of rain. a moment and then nothing. night shudders beyond this window and the earth winds to a halt beyond this window something unknown is watching you and me. O green from head to foot place your hands like a burning memory. in my loving hands give your lips to the caresses of my loving lips like the warm perception of being. the wind will take us, the wind will take us. " forough farrokhzad
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