A Taste of Cherry

As a filmmaker from Iran, Abbas Kiarostami was once denied a visitor’s permit to the U.S. But American critics had long praised his films (Life and Nothing More, Through the Olive Trees) and those of his countrymen, who had made Iran the leading new national cinema of the ’90s. A Taste of Cherry, which tied with Shohei Imamura’s The Eelfor the Palme d’Or, is a darkly comic tale about a man who is contemplating suicide and has to audition assistants for the job. For the top prize it beat out films by esteemed directors Marco Bellocchio, Michael Haneke and Ang Lee — all of them back in the competition this year.
4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days

Buzz is a little different at Cannes. Instead of stars and genres, people have code phrases for hot films. This one was “the Romanian abortion movie”: Christian Mungiu’s tart fable of his country in the last dark days of the Ceauşescu regime. A college girl needs an (illegal) abortion, and her friend hooks her up with a sinister gent named Mr. Bebe. A minimalist thriller, it delivers both as an exercise in suspense and the herald for another vibrant national cinema. That’s Cannes: the place where a nobody director can, within two days, be on everyone’s lips.

























