What remains behind on the screen, and at the back of the eyes, are the soft touches of beauty and grace, and an utmost reverence to images. A complete submission to the veritable charm, nothing less. The master sings his own adieu, as chirping birds from Breugel's Hunters in the Snow join the cacophony with organic elements from static frames of some other time, and shifting spaces - the raging snowfall to the roaring waves, to the silken winds carousing treetops, to the beaches,Parisian avenue, concrete roads, misty forests where minds wanders off in this stagnant act of patient observations. The final piece of music 'Love Never Dies' plays in congruence as a couple from a Hollywood film footage embrace passionately. As 'The End' flashes up in the screen within the screen with a female head resting gently on the table, silent, death devours Kiarostami, leaving behind his befitting swansong of photographs and cinema. 24 Frames is the tableau of miniature landscapes brought forth from the foveal zone of the master, as he saw it, and the enigma of the images is there for generations to behold.
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Still from '24 Frames' by Abbas Kiarostami, his swansong film.
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Still from '24 Frames' by Abbas Kiarostami, his swansong film.
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