Through The Olive Trees- Abbas Kiarostami ~upd~

When the final frame fades to black, we are left not with a story, but with a feeling. The feeling of wind through the branches. The feeling of rubble underfoot. The feeling that, somewhere, far away, two people are walking, and maybe, just maybe, one of them is about to turn around.

The camera stays static, perched on a hillside, watching from a distance that feels both voyeuristic and godlike. We watch two tiny figures moving through a landscape that has survived centuries of human folly and natural disaster. Through the olive trees- Abbas Kiarostami