A Taste of Cherry 
1. The black birds clustered on the hillside, flying in and out of various shots. Omens?
2. The hazy, reddish-orange quality of the light in Tehran. Is it the dust? The pollution?
3. Mr. Badii lying in the hole in the ground, corpselike, the lightning flashing across his still face.
I’m so embarrassed that I hadn’t seen this already. I’m sure glad that I finally did, and I won’t hesitate to watch another Kiarostami film. It was meditative but also mysterious. Really a very different world.