In his previous great work set in Italy, Certified Copy, Kiarostami posed a question through a stunning mid-movie revelation: Is it any different, if the copy is as good as the original? Here, set in Japan, he takes the question one step further, and through another mid-movie revelation asks: What if we didn't even know which was the original, and which was the copy? What if a girl you met, has a completely separate life as a prostitute, and you never knew? Would it matter? I"ll be waiting for Kiarostami to take this even further, and complete his "identity" trilogy.
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