After awaking this evening nauseated from the most picturesque, haunting of dreams I logged onto my PC only to become terrified of what must be the most acute occurrence of psychological projection and synchrony I’ve ever experienced. Although, it was a very lovely manifestation of reality… bearing incredible likeness to my dream. Maybe I’ll start writing about Jungian psychology, someday.

The various characters the lead interacts with almost act as different philosophical counterarguments, in a sort of categorical way, looking back at it now.

Through experiencing something so profound, I’ve become seemingly motivated to delve into the deeper realms of content as far as my current inventory of unwatched films is concerned, Unfortunately, Plex displayed a rather unfortunate spoiler for me, and the first thirty minutes were ruined, with an as of yet inexplicably suicidal protagonist searching, or rather, begging for somebody to bury his corpse, be it dead or alive for a significant amount of money.

Becoming acquainted with a seminary halfway through, arguments of divinity and morality come into the equation and this is certainly a dialogue-focused feature, with very weighty words.

What I must note about Taste of Cherry is the leading character’s tendency to ask questions of those he comes across, contradicting the more cynical of my societal observations that human interaction is based upon mere mutual intentions and nothing more. However, this character has the most depressing of intentions – I’ll return to this after I’ve been emotionally decimated further.

Directed, produced & written by Abbas Kiarostami

Twenty minutes away from the film’s conclusion, I must say that it intellectualizes suicide like no other movie I’ve witnessed. You could say that the continual driving around in circles is a metaphor regarding the thought processes both condemning and condoning such an act – and you can look upon the setting as either beautiful or dismal too, as is life.

The protagonist’s aversion to listening or adhering to advise from people he seemingly recognized haven’t endured anything remotely similar to whatever it is he went through is made clear. The fact that his exact sufferances aren’t divulged only adds to the relatability and positive message that this film has to offer.

The fact that the protagonist says nothing regarding his own internal suffering – so far truly does articulate the level of hopelessness one has to succumb to, for every well-intentioned sermon or attempt at empathy seemingly being empty words washing over him.

Characters go from questioning and fearing the lead’s outlook to (in my opinion) becoming his own inner monologue, in a way. I stumble across most of these features randomly and this film isn’t as overtly depressing as one would expect, but instead, it bears the potential to deliver a very optimistic message to many an indigo soul.

This character and actor seriously stole the show. I don’t wish to give out too much information and explain why much, but he’s the only one capable of ‘driving’ the protagonist into being completely silent.

I became inexplicably emotional throughout the conclusion of the film, neither in a positive or negative way, it’s hard to explain, but this film is one of divine purpose, in a geographical location plagued by warfare, it’s an exhibition of the beauty of humanity and artistry…all the while capturing the nature of serious suicidal intentions with sensitive lucidity. I feel like saying less is more with this one and will leave it here.

Essential viewing. Have a good evening, from your occasional Wiccan.

Sedlo