I'm a straight up sucker for neorealism done right, and THE TRAVELER is a pitch-perfect, melancholic take on the genre that delivers a wallop to the gut before abruptly cutting to black. Kiarostami nails the pathos of this thing. It was like watching BICYCLE THIEVES (1948) for the first time all over again. More youthful energy, but just as tragic and impactful. I LOVE sad endings 😈. We spend 83min rooting for a mischievous, scheming child, who'd rather play soccer all day than do homework, but we love the kid because of how pure his love for the game is. He's a truant, thieving little devil like Antoine from Truffaut's 400 BLOWS (1959), but Kiarostami's sympathy allows us to see him as this little human dude alienated from adult society, filled with all the same worries and emotional complexities of adulthood. We want him to make enough money to see his favorite soccer team play in Tehran, and the closer he gets to his goal, the more ominous his journey feels. Such a simplistic story told with mountains of emotion. The final shot borders onto something spiritually ruinous, like a rite of passage that signals a transition from childhood to adulthood, and all the guilt, pain, and disappointment that process demands. Haunting to the bone. 83min of perfection.Kiarostami Ranked









