A pale green apple rolls off a roof. A tortoise scrabbles in the dust. A
bone floats down a sunlit stream. What does it all mean? In Kiarostami's
latest, we can only gradually, haphazardly piece it together. To
describe this as a film about life and death makes it sound abstract, but
it's intimate and speaks to choices we all face. Where some of his
earlier films tackle thorny philosophical questions, and The Taste Of
Cherry ended ambiguously, here Kiarostami urges us simply and
passionately to choose life, to live as if every moment mattered - for
what we have is as cherishable as it is fragile.
