Kiarostami offers no resolution. He offers no subtitle explaining what happens. He offers only an ambiguity so profound it becomes a metaphor for existence itself. Did Tahereh finally smile? Did she say yes? Or is she running away forever? The distance is too great to know.
It teaches you that a movie about making a movie about an earthquake is actually a movie about the indestructibility of desire. It teaches you that a boy chasing a girl through a field is not a cliché but a cosmic ritual. It teaches you that the camera is not a window, but a mirror—and that what we see on screen is always, inevitably, a reflection of our own longing for connection. Through the olive trees- Abbas Kiarostami
(1987): A straightforward story about a boy trying to return a classmate's notebook. And Life Goes On Kiarostami offers no resolution