I've been a bit quiet recently. University work took over for a couple of weeks, as I worked on a huge, two-part report on Sight & Sound's online strategy and my time at the magazine. I'd love to publish it, to get some eyes on it, but I doubt I'd be allowed.
I'll try to get back to blogging this month. But in the meantime, have a review of the new Abbas Kiarostami film.
Finally gracing British shores after cooking up some sizable buzz at Cannes is this intriguing piece from Iranian arthouse superstar, Abbas Kiarostami. His first feature-length fiction since the Palme d'Or nominated Ten back in 2002, Certified Copy stars Juliette Binoche and William Shimell, in what is a subtly experimental take on erudite romance.
From watching the film's trailer, you would be forgiven for expecting a Mediterranean love story, with Binoche as a French art dealer who whisks away a smarmy British author, James Miller (Shimell), on a tour around balmy, sun-kissed rural Tuscany.
This isn't entirely true, as it soon develops into what, at first, seems to be a middle-aged spin on Richard Linklater's Before Sunrise / Before Sunset. She is giddy and he is distant, but their conversation blooms as they talk about Miller's latest book, a treatise on art and authenticity. He offers a broadside on the objective qualities of great works, and the book's implications trouble her. It asks: is there such thing as inherent value in a culture of mass production? What makes something genuine? Who decides? And besides, is the term 'original', as a marker of quality, irrelevant?
Read the full article here.