Through all it’s dirt, dust and desolate setting, Kiarostami’s Palme d’Or winning Taste of Cherry is something of mercurial beauty.
Mr Badii is a man on the cusp of living. With a plan to overdose on sleeping pills and fall under his favourite fruit tree that evening, he spends his day driving around Tehran desperately trying to find someone willing to help him complete his eternal wish.
I apologise if my somewhat haphazard review fails to convince you of its brilliance. I’ll summarise in short by saying that, a week on and nine films later,I haven’t been able to shake Taste of Cherry’s minimalist portrayal of universal themes compassion and the preciousness of life. Affecting cinema at it’s finest.