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Jordan Barbosa’s review published on Letterboxd:
This review may contain spoilers.
While not as formally ambitious as Close-Up or as out-right rigorous as Certified Copy, Kiarostami still creates wholly formal deconstruction of cinema itself. It’s almost like he can just do it with his eyes closed. It’s that easy for him. Most prominently, this formalist nature is found in the enigmatic meta-finale, but K works with form more subtly throughout too. He creates such an excellent rendering of the clinically depressed state of mind through this formal repetition used here.
We see our protagonist obsessively trying to find someone he can trust, doing this over and over. There are numerous shots of him observing the construction work, achingly watching the dirt fall down and spread into the air. And he travels the same road as we see time and time again as if he is lost in a loop. He is stuck in an unfortunate cycle of dark thoughts and unable even to see the good or beautiful things in the world as the Turkish man described. It’s reasonable to say that Kiorostami could have been making a personal statement as when he pulls back to reveal a behind the scenes look at making this, it could be taken that his own thoughts are also looping. Or maybe it represents something hopeful, ie, the breaking out of the fiction we create in our head and seeing the world as it really is. Either way, this is some great filmmaking.