"From hot fire of being apart comes the flame that burns the heart." The shoe mender. 54:10 - 56:18, 1:10, 1:25:20 . The knockings of the shoe mender are still heard but the shoe mender has gone: a sublime allegory, time transience in Majidi's giant masterpiece of art and humanism. That illusory flat landscape of trees and rivulets ploughed ground. Ease of the hero parting from the attachments. A colossal movie.
I'm not sure how, but I figured out Rahmat's identity as soon as he started work at the construction site, so I could make a rough guess about what the film will be about, even though I've never heard of it before. The story was pleasant enough and made me want to watch more films from Iran!
Simmering flick on living in a cross-regional reality of displacement, of the manipulation and exploitation of displaced workers/families. Consistently beautiful composition and extraordinary long takes— plus a *sublime* final fifteen minutes.
A simple delicate love story in the vein of neorealism. Although short of being a real master-work I was drawn into the characters and the events. I am fascinated by films that highlight a certain segment of world struggle without bludgeoning me over the head about social issues. The tension of the regions strife makes for a fascinating backing point to real people dealing with real issues.