The first feature outside Iran by suavely tricky director Abbas Kiarostami (Taste of Cherry). Operatic baritone William Shimell plays an art writer whose main theme is originality vs. duplication. In Tuscany he meets antiques dealer Juliette Binoche, who gives him a spirited, ego-deflating lesson in what is real and isn’t by luring him into games of pretend (and memory?) concerning love and marriage. This coy teaser for cinephiles has Italian sensuality, three languages, and Kiarostami’s blithe wit. Shimell is something of a fake film star, though charming in a fussy-Brit way. Binoche is the real thing, a radiant original, and the reason to attend. (2011) — David Elliott
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