Directed by | |||
| Abbas Kiarostami | |||
Writing credits(in alphabetical order) | ||
| Abbas Kiarostami | ||
Produced by | |||
| Ali Reza Zarrin | .... | producer | |
Cinematography by | |||
| Homayun Payvar | |||
Film Editing by | |||
| Abbas Kiarostami | |||
| Changiz Sayad | |||
Costume Design by | |||
| Hassan Zahidi | |||
Second Unit Director or Assistant Director | |||
| Hassen Afakrimi | .... | assistant director | |
| Alirfa Akbari | .... | assistant director | |
| Behram Kadhemi | .... | assistant director | |
Other crew | |||
| John Robert Miller | .... | subtitler | |
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I had been hearing alot about how Iranian cinema was this great unknown tradition that had been steadily cranking out unseen masterpieces, and how that all changed with Abbas Kiarostami's "A Taste of Cherry" playing at Cannes. Kiarostami's "Life and Nothing More" is, as of this writing, the only Iranian film I've ever seen, though I do look forward to the day I can get around to renting "A Taste of Cherry" or "Gabbeh" now that they're both on video.
"Life and Nothing More" is a unique experience to say the least. The story follows a filmmaker on a journey with his son across earthquake-ravage Iran to find two boys that were in his previous film, to see if they are still alive. In a documentary-like fashion, taking care to include the most boring and uneventful parts of the trip, Kiarostami follows the two in their car as their search progresses and they meet various people displaced by the earthquake along the way. It's an extraordinarily slow process. Now I pride myself in being able to sit through some of the most slow-moving art films known to man, the rare exceptions being Chantal Akerman's insufferable "Je Tu Il Elle" and the beautiful but agonizingly long and slow "Why Has Bodhi-Dharma Left For the East?" "Life and Nothing More" tested my patience to the limit. The funny thing was, though, that after awhile the film reached a tedium that was almost sublime and I finally found myself relaxing and just letting the film wash over me like gently rolling surf. I had become a companion in this dull trip and little by little I began to grasp what Kiarostami was trying to convey. I'm not sure I can explain it in words. It was more of a feeling than a conscious realization of something profound, but by the end of the film as I watched an agonizingly long still shot of a small car attempting to crawl up a cartoonishly steep hill and repeatedly fall back down just as it was about to reach the top I felt strangely satisfied.
Now I'm a more than a little hesitant to go out on a limb and recommend this to anyone, because I doubt very much that everyone will have the same Tao experience I had while viewing "Life and Nothing More," but if someone does decide to see this I urge them to stick through it for those that just might.