With the sad death of Abbas Kiarostami one of our greatest film directors this poignant film about a middle class man wanting some help in completing his suicide which is illegal in a Muslim country. Mr Badii trawls around Tehran searching for a willing hand while showing us some of the colours and vitality of this glowing, effervescent city that stirs with dust and parables. A finely crafted beautiful film.
Life/death, Maybe man's greatest dilemma or temptation, and this may well be one of the best on that. Although I have interest in other forms, this was one of the most important films in my early formative years, where I was questioning life in an existential way, and contemplating suicide in that light; to the endless years of viewing suicide as the inevitable end, because of life's miserable emptiness. RIP Abbas.
I have a hard time seeing how anyone can find this film boring when it has such a rich representation of humanity and I found the meta-ending to be one of the best example of breaking the fourth wall and a sly critique of the nature of cinema and the advantages afforded by video. The reason I can't quite refer to this as a Masterpiece is that I stopped thinking about shortly after seeing and didn't linger in my mind.
Enthralling film. Apparently simple yet thematically complex. Kiarostami masterfully captures Iranian life in a most realistic and sincere way. Everything that appears on the screen has its own meaning. I truly feel that there is something to be learned about their culture, beliefs and way of life - if one keeps his eyes and mind open. With this film I full-heartedly declare myself a fan and admirer of his work.
A coup of traditional narrative and dramatic technique. The ending is not only one of the most savage tricks I've seen a director pull off but is also the one that I've probably emotionally responded to the most.