76 Minutes and 15 Seconds with Abbas Kiarostami

  • April 7, 2017 / 16:00
  • April 12, 2017 / 19:00

Director: Seifollah Samadian
With: Abbas Kiarostami, Juliette Binoche, Massoud Kimiai, Jafar Panahi, Ali Reza Raiesian, Tahereh Ladanian, Hamideh Razavi
Iran, 2016, 76’, color
Farsi with Turkish and English subtitles 

This film, which symbolizes the 76 years and 15 days that Iranian filmmaker Abbas Kiarostami lived in this realm, is unlike other documentaries. Instead of interviews and commentary, painter and photographer Seifollah Samadian, a collaborator and friend, shares selected private moments he recorded over the course of 25 years: Kiarostami wipes the steam off a car window reciting “Doesn’t every path lead to death” or enthusiastically reading the lines “On a snowy morning I run out, hatless and coatless, happy as a child”. Edited with austere lyricism, it would make the late maestro very happy.

Kiarostami’s short film Take Me Home will be shown before the screening of this film.

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