In the annals of cinema, there are films that tell stories, and then there are films that question the very nature of storytelling. Abbas Kiarostami’s 1994 masterpiece, Through the Olive Trees (Persian: Zire darakhatan zeyton ), belongs fiercely to the latter category. On its surface, it is a deceptively simple tale: a humble, lovesick actor named Hossein pursues the illiterate, taciturn girl Tahereh through the earthquake-ravaged landscapes of Northern Iran, hoping to convince her to marry him. But to reduce the film to its plot is to miss the philosophical earthquake rumbling beneath every frame.
But Tahereh, bound by her real-life disdain and cultural codes, looks at the lens instead. Or slightly to the left. Or at the ground. Take after take fails. The crew grows weary. Kiarostami—the real Kiarostami, directing this film—holds on the shot for an excruciating length of time. We watch the artifice of filmmaking grind to a halt because of a real glance that will not be given. Through the olive trees- Abbas Kiarostami
Through the Olive Trees takes this mise-en-abyme structure one step further. The film we are watching is ostensibly a “making-of” documentary about the production of And Life Goes On . Kiarostami pulls the camera back, revealing the director (Mohammad Ali Keshavarz) barking orders through a megaphone, the clapperboard snapping shut, and the crew navigating the rubble. In the annals of cinema, there are films