Where Is The Friend's House?

het is oprecht zo hartverscheurend om te zien hoe alle volwassenen in zijn omgeving hem niet serieus nemen en niet daadwerkelijk naar hem luisteren puur omdat hij nog maar een klein jongetje is. letterlijk gewoon de hopeloze blik in zijn ogen elke keer... hij verdient zo veel beter. to be loved is to be seen.

het is oprecht zo hartverscheurend om te zien hoe alle volwassenen in zijn omgeving hem niet serieus nemen en niet daadwerkelijk naar hem luisteren puur omdat hij nog maar een klein jongetje is. letterlijk gewoon de hopeloze blik in zijn ogen elke keer... hij verdient zo veel beter. to be loved is to be seen.

Innocence and goodness of a child who’s ignorant of cruelty of the world and the deeds of adults is slowly entering the bitter world. Lifeless old man who mourns the youth; his art, his acts of goodness and watches them be erased from the streets.Two sides of a cycle of life meet and connect with each another.At the end of the movie we see a flower, a hope and a symbol of goodness, eternal and metaphorical form of the innocence and pure goodness of humanity. Both, the old man and the child find hope in this small act of kindness.

Every single detail in this movie was intentional, every word, every movement. Incredibly pleasant watch.

Innocence and goodness of a child who’s ignorant of cruelty of the world and the deeds of adults is slowly entering the bitter world. Lifeless old man who mourns the youth; his art, his acts of goodness and watches them be erased from the streets.Two sides of a cycle of life meet and connect with each another.At the end of the movie we see a flower, a hope and a symbol of goodness, eternal and metaphorical form of the innocence and pure goodness of humanity. Both, the old man and the child find hope in this small act of kindness.

Every single detail in this movie was intentional, every word, every movement. Incredibly pleasant watch.

Onde Fica a Casa do Meu Amigo? transforma uma missão simples em algo quase impossível porque Abbas Kiarostami constrói um mundo onde as prioridades das crianças simplesmente não dialogam com as dos adultos. O garoto atravessa vilas tentando devolver o caderno do colega para evitar sua expulsão da escola, mas encontra apenas indiferença, interrupções e adultos presos às próprias rotinas, incapazes de compreender a urgência moral daquela busca.

Kiarostami filma tudo com enorme delicadeza, mas existe uma crueldade silenciosa atravessando o filme inteiro. A infância aparece como um estado de impotência, onde falar raramente significa ser ouvido. O mais bonito talvez seja justamente como o diretor transforma algo pequeno e cotidiano em um retrato profundamente humano sobre responsabilidade, solidão e a dificuldade quase absoluta de comunicação entre mundos que coexistem sem realmente se entender.

Onde Fica a Casa do Meu Amigo? transforma uma missão simples em algo quase impossível porque Abbas Kiarostami constrói um mundo onde as prioridades das crianças simplesmente não dialogam com as dos adultos. O garoto atravessa vilas tentando devolver o caderno do colega para evitar sua expulsão da escola, mas encontra apenas indiferença, interrupções e adultos presos às próprias rotinas, incapazes de compreender a urgência moral daquela busca.

Kiarostami filma tudo com enorme delicadeza, mas existe uma crueldade silenciosa atravessando o filme inteiro. A infância aparece como um estado de impotência, onde falar raramente significa ser ouvido. O mais bonito talvez seja justamente como o diretor transforma algo pequeno e cotidiano em um retrato profundamente humano sobre responsabilidade, solidão e a dificuldade quase absoluta de comunicação entre mundos que coexistem sem realmente se entender.

i thank god im not a kid anymore, my first iranian movie i watched and IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT xd

i thank god im not a kid anymore, my first iranian movie i watched and IT DID NOT DISAPPOINT xd

nobody listens to ahmad. not the teacher. not the adults. not the neighbours he stops along the way. he speaks and people continue whatever they were already doing. being a child was apparently reason enough to ignore everything he said. watching the film was so frustrating because kiarostami doesn’t dramatise the injustice, he shows it to you plainly, exactly how it was.

despite it all ahmad never raises his voice. hes under constant pressure, sent in circles, dismissed at every door, and he just continues. quietly and without self pity. hes more emotionally mature than every adult in the film. the calmness he carried in moments that would tip most people over the edge was inspiring.

what the film is really about is what you are willing to do for someone else. ahmad risks punishment, walks to a village he doesn’t know, knocks on doors that didn't answer, all because his friend would be humiliated without his notebook. he was never asked to do any of this. he just understood that it needed to be done. thats true friendship. 

being capable of helping but simply not bothering because it isn’t your problem is a problem itself. most people will walk past what doesn’t inconvenience them. not out of spite, rather just out of habit. the habit of not noticing. we’ve all perfected it.

nobody listens to ahmad. not the teacher. not the adults. not the neighbours he stops along the way. he speaks and people continue whatever they were already doing. being a child was apparently reason enough to ignore everything he said. watching the film was so frustrating because kiarostami doesn’t dramatise the injustice, he shows it to you plainly, exactly how it was.

despite it all ahmad never raises his voice. hes under constant pressure, sent in circles, dismissed at every door, and he just continues. quietly and without self pity. hes more emotionally mature than every adult in the film. the calmness he carried in moments that would tip most people over the edge was inspiring.

what the film is really about is what you are willing to do for someone else. ahmad risks punishment, walks to a village he doesn’t know, knocks on doors that didn't answer, all because his friend would be humiliated without his notebook. he was never asked to do any of this. he just understood that it needed to be done. thats true friendship. 

being capable of helping but simply not bothering because it isn’t your problem is a problem itself. most people will walk past what doesn’t inconvenience them. not out of spite, rather just out of habit. the habit of not noticing. we’ve all perfected it.