He’s sort of the undisputed king of Iranian cinema. The Iranian New Wave reminded me of Italian neo-realism. They don’t have scads of money, and they tell very slice-of-life type stories. There’s a lot of hidden politics in these films (and some not so hidden), because you aren’t allowed to say a lot of things in Iran. These directors are getting some subtle messages out there (or if you’re Jafar Panahi or Abbas Kiarostami, you’re not too subtle and you get your travel papers taken away). The main thing I’ve taken away from Iranian film is that it sucks to be a woman living in a theocracy. You may need to scour your local video nerd store for some of these titles.
Through The Olive Trees – The third part of the earthquake trilogy.
Life, And Nothing More – This is a follow-up of sorts to Where Is the Friend’s Home? Kiarostami likes playing with the faux documentary style. In this a director visits the region he shot his last film after a devastating earthquake killed over 50,000 people.
Where Is the Friend’s Home? – A boy tries to return his friend’s notebook. It doesn’t get any slice of lifier than this.