Through the Olive Trees is the third layer. It takes place during the production of And Life Goes On . Specifically, it shows the making of a fictional film within a film—a love scene set in the aftermath of the earthquake. The “plot” of the inner film is simple: a young man (Hossein) and his wife (Tahereh) have lost their home. They are given a new one, but the path to it requires crossing a muddy stream. The husband carries the planks to bridge the stream, and at the end, he carries his wife across.
In the pantheon of world cinema, few filmmakers have blurred the line between documentary and fiction with the philosophical rigor of Abbas Kiarostami. As the leading light of the Iranian New Wave, Kiarostami constructed films that were not merely stories but meditations on the very nature of storytelling. While his 1997 masterpiece Taste of Cherry won the Palme d’Or, it is the final film of his informal “Koker Trilogy”— Through the Olive Trees (1994)—that serves as the most breathtaking and vertiginous essay on the relationship between art, reality, and obsession. Through the olive trees- Abbas Kiarostami
Kiarostami (the real one) is playing a cruel, beautiful joke on his audience. We are rooting for Hossein, despite his arrogance. We want the fiction to win. We want the poor boy to get the girl. But the film refuses to give us the easy satisfaction of a Hollywood romance. The final seven minutes of Through the Olive Trees are arguably the most perfect sequence in Kiarostami’s career. After production wraps, Hossein is told that Tahereh has left the set and is walking home, carrying a heavy bag of plaster. Through the Olive Trees is the third layer
Through the Olive Trees is the third layer. It takes place during the production of And Life Goes On . Specifically, it shows the making of a fictional film within a film—a love scene set in the aftermath of the earthquake. The “plot” of the inner film is simple: a young man (Hossein) and his wife (Tahereh) have lost their home. They are given a new one, but the path to it requires crossing a muddy stream. The husband carries the planks to bridge the stream, and at the end, he carries his wife across.
In the pantheon of world cinema, few filmmakers have blurred the line between documentary and fiction with the philosophical rigor of Abbas Kiarostami. As the leading light of the Iranian New Wave, Kiarostami constructed films that were not merely stories but meditations on the very nature of storytelling. While his 1997 masterpiece Taste of Cherry won the Palme d’Or, it is the final film of his informal “Koker Trilogy”— Through the Olive Trees (1994)—that serves as the most breathtaking and vertiginous essay on the relationship between art, reality, and obsession.
Kiarostami (the real one) is playing a cruel, beautiful joke on his audience. We are rooting for Hossein, despite his arrogance. We want the fiction to win. We want the poor boy to get the girl. But the film refuses to give us the easy satisfaction of a Hollywood romance. The final seven minutes of Through the Olive Trees are arguably the most perfect sequence in Kiarostami’s career. After production wraps, Hossein is told that Tahereh has left the set and is walking home, carrying a heavy bag of plaster.
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