Abbas Kiarostami’s first European film plays games with artifice and truth, appearance and reality.
An English author (opera star William Shimell), in Tuscany for a book launch, encounters a French antique dealer (Juliette Binoche).
Seems they’ve only just met – but then they start talking as though they’re a long-term couple with a shaky marriage. So are they?
It’s an intriguing premise, the film’s gorgeous to look at and Binoche is as luminous as ever. But it’s let down by Shimell’s inexperience as a screen actor and some seriously duff dialogue.
