(Bad mara khahad bourd/Le vent nous emportera). Kiarostami's film of plainspoken poetry is blatantly allegorical in its messages yet mysterious and marvelous in its rhythms. A man identified as an engineer arrives in Siah Dareh, a Kurdish village growing out of the side of a hill. "If anyone asks, say we're looking for treasure," he advises his unseen crew; in fact they are here to record a mourning ritual, for a death expected any day. But in Siah Dareh, nothing moves in a straight line, and the urgent expectations of the urban observer give way to the unpredictable flow of village life. In a Kiarostamian joke as dry as the hills, the only place with cell phone reception is the cemetery. People spontaneously recite poetry, and a country doctor arrives on his motorbike with advice: "prefer the present." But in the end the words blow away on the wind, while the images carry us.

The Wind Will Carry Us is repeated on Thursday, August 30.

—Juliet Clark

• Written by Kiarostami. Photographed by Mahmoud Kalari. With Behzad Dourani and the inhabitants of Siah Dareh. (118 mins, In Farsi with English subtitles, Color, 35mm, From New Yorker Films)