Reminds me of Shirdel's The Night It Rained except more patient and personal. Kiarostami is a master at work and the actors/subjects (??!) practically shine on the screen. Truly a beautiful film. And the last scene. Wow.
3.5. I have mixed feelings about this. The boundary between documentary and fiction is too thin, e.g. the last scene, fake or not? It changes a lot if one or another. But good movie though, nice thoughts about guilt, frustration, repentance, etc.