24 Frames

"I prefer the films that put their audience to sleep in the theater. I think those films are kind enough to allow you a nice nap and not leave you disturbed when you leave the theater. Some films have made me doze off in the theater, but the same films have made me stay up at night, wake me up thinking about them in the morning, and keep on thinking about them for weeks. Those are the kinds of films I like." RIP Kiarostami

A great testament to the true power of cinema; I must've farted at least 17 times throughout the course of this film and not a single attendee noticed.

To prepare myself for this film i stared at the fountain in Leicester Sq for 10 minutes. I conked out for like 10 minutes, but Kiarostami would be proud.

What a pretentious, arrogant load of nonsense. Walked out of the theater after frame 7. The introduction says that Kiarostami thought about what might have happened in the 4½ minutes before or after photographs he took - but he neither shows those photographs, nor does anything happen. A glorified film school graduation project - and one that wouldn't necessarily have passed. Avoid!

An interesting short padded out to feature length. Some of the images are lovely, but the lack of development is frustrating. The closest comparison in the helmer's filmography would probably be Shirin which at least had the advantage of working with the landscape of the human face. Shame this had to be Kiarostami's final film by default, and this viewer found it difficult to ignore this brutal truth while viewing.

As I watched and became sucked into Kiarostami's deeply meditative piece on time, image, and the natural planet, my mind could only keep drifting back to a quote from Thoreau's 'Walden:' ""Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth." Thank you for what you have given us, Mr. Kiarostami. You will be missed.

It's well known that one duck is sufficient for a good film. Maybe a few geese. In what would prove to be his final film (completed by his son, I understand), Kiarostami conducts an experiment quite similar to that in FIVE, but here involving digital effects rather than video. The change has positive and negative aspects, but the greater length is not necessarily beneficial. Definitely a disconcerting oddity that this great Iranian filmmaker ends up going out with an Andrew Lloyd Webber song.

A nice sequel to The Birds.

A painting in movement. Sometimes striking, often repetitive. Either way a compelling narrative about the nature of an image -- its reality, fiction, past and future.

Unfortunate.

24 Frames offers Kiarostami fans one final, affecting reminder of what made this filmmaker a talent to treasure.

I couldn't resist sleeping in cinema. It would be better to watch this one at home with sparing time to each of the frames.

Let's get more birds... Still, the two hours flew by.