Is this film worth more in your hands, or in my own? That is the premise of Certified Copy. It's a discussion & a riddle on the eye of the beholder. It's a medium that's both worthless and bountiful: like life, what do you choose to see in it? What's actually there? On par with Antonioni, we have celluloid poetry of a high order...or perhaps I just want to see it that way.