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Where Is the Friend's House? 1987
I think the meaning of justice has been contorsioned to apply itself on topics which have become the living shadows of what the concept truly means, even if it has not ever been immaculately considered and felt. Moral justice, a prefix which I shouldn’t even have to add, has been devalued and while conscious about it, action hasn’t always been the strongest point. I like to think of childhood as a blank page. The feeling often becomes bitter-sweet when one…
Eternity and a Day 1998
There’s this weird isolating power that Eternity and a day had on me, almost as if there were barriers placed on the sides of my TV, almost as if there’s this huge flower inside of me that has no room to bloom anymore. My words could never do it justice, but only spoil it and maybe diminish its greatness. Added to my favorites.
What I noticed and loved about Kiarostami, both in Taste of Cherry and Close-up, is that he doesn’t play with big words, but rather takes ample concepts, like life, death and art, and talks about them as naturally as possible. I think he’s as down to earth as a director as the impersonator was. While I wasn’t a big fan of Taste of Cherry (although I appreciated the intentions) Close-up was the most tender thing and it exudes the same…