The second part of the master trilogy. With such a glamorous title, the lens is as simple as ever, and even so, this film still has to borrow the name of French co-production in the end. According to my preference, I don't like high-quality movies that pretend to be deep. I watched Abbas's in order to learn more about Iran under the real lens. And this trilogy happens to be in the form of a documentary film, which is best. Still a poor and simple person, still a tattered and beautiful picture, still the main theme of disaster and hope, this is called Abbas. The so-called masters are similar in some respects, like the Philippine Ravdaz. It's not that I'm chasing the masters, no matter what art form, ultimately it has to serve the ruler. Just using a long shot with a strong point of expression and wrapping it with a deep dialogue will be regarded as a compelling pastime by those who need it.
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