Diary entries forClose-Up
Close-Up
cinephile level boss, but i understand him
Close-Up
He lies, he gets exposed, and then he gets filmed reenacting it all. Reality has never felt this cinematic.
Close-Up
Somente a arte pode nos salvar
Close-Up
This is a METAFILM in purest form, that also is an example of how transparent is the parallel between fiction and reality, that leaves with a greatest message: "A director must have humility". This is my first contact to Kiarostami's filmography and i love it already.
Close-Up
What are you doing now? I‘m speaking of my suffering. That’s not acting. I‘m speaking from the heart. For me, art is the extension of what you feel inside. Tolstoy said: "Art is a sentimental experience that the artist develops in himself and shares with others." I think that my experiences of hardship and suffering can give me the grounding I need to be a good actor. That’s why I act well and I express my inner reality. life imitates art, art imitates life, life imitates life. where cinema is an extension of ourselves, when do we end and when does it start? the line may be cut clean at the seams of a screen but how much is truly ours once the credits roll? somehow, in such a minimalistic yet profound way, Close-Up made me question just how much movies impact us, impact me. its not like it wasnt clear before but this felt like a "close-up" shot dissecting the concept of viewing, to see and be seen. just like kiarostami merges facts and fiction here, i found myself sitting there with my heart in my hand, taking on sabzians name like he took on makhmalbafs. an invitation to not only watch but slip into the frame, pressing against the screen of his longing, wondering who do i want to be and who am i when no one is directing? movies have that kind of skill to let fiction become the truest thing you've ever felt, over and over again. theres nothing more beautiful in life than art and im grateful to be alive to experience it.
Close-Up
Simply put, Close-Up is a stunning achievement. Blending the storytelling of a narrative film with documentary subjects, this film shows just how smart, and powerful, film as a medium can be. I’m in awe of this film, and can’t believe it took me this long to finally watch it (as it is one of the Criterion Collection films that I’ve had a copy of for the longest, burt haven’t watched yet).
Close-Up
There's something about this movie that I can't explain, but I LOVE IT, the story is very interesting to me
Close-Up
It's quite interesting that through the entire film, there is no one consistent vision telling the story of Sabzian. Farazmand sees him as a scoop that will bring him fame, the family sees him as a fraud who humiliated them, and the legal system sees him as a criminal, Kiarostami sees him as someone interested in cinema. Kiarostami is the closest to seeing him fully. He knows how to capture the inner workings, and that is to simply leave Sabzian to tell it by himself. The zoom shot, like the close-ups in the courtroom, is Kiarostami's way of showing us how to see Sabzian as Sabzian; as the lens approaches him, we approach the moment in which we can experience the dawning of an aspect we had not seen. It becomes an instrument of empowerment as well as a double-edged sword. It creates a damning feedback loop to which reality can seem a lot more fake than the fictional work. What seems like fantasy was something that was experienced first hand. Put before succulently in the courtroom scenes where Kiarostami asks Sabzian, “Which part would you like to play?”, Sabzian says, “My own.”, to which he replied, “Haven’t you already done that?” For a pretty quiet movie filled with mostly talking and simple camera work, it managed to keep me wholly engaged and just appreciate what is being said on screen.
Close-Up
je vais faire pareil avec Philippe Lacheau tiens
Close-Up
one of kiarostami’s best
