The beach. A beach. Somewhere. It doesn't matter where we are, and Abbas Kiarostami knows this. What matters is his recording of the soothing and calming waves, small but significant in their way across the beach sand. The first take of Kiarostami's Five, which he dedicated to Ozu, is a meditative exercise. There are slow films, in which genuinely nothing . . .
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