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But Tahereh, bound by her real-life disdain and cultural codes, looks at the lens instead. Or slightly to the left. Or at the ground. Take after take fails. The crew grows weary. Kiarostami—the real Kiarostami, directing this film—holds on the shot for an excruciating length of time. We watch the artifice of filmmaking grind to a halt because of a real glance that will not be given.