The film's penultimate sequence is excruciating. Kiarostami's camera stays close to Badii, the dirt walls of his potential tomb hanging ominously at the edges of the frame. Lightning flashes, thunder cracks, darkness envelops (the exact opposite journey of Birth of Light) and we are left, as Godfrey Cheshire has observed, "utterly alone with ourselves." It's disconcerting, devastating.