The film is about an old woman who is about to die in a remote village in Iran. A camera crew has arrived to film the ancient ceremony that accompanies the death. They wait for her death. It is slow moving and repetitive (intentionally and effectively so) and it is complex and challenging. And in it, Kiarostami tells a vast tale. And as with the Taste of Cherry it is open-ended. This meditation, for that is what it is, passes commentary (sometimes ambiguous; sometimes all encompassing) on various dichotomies: life and death, rural and urban, local and global, the traditional and the modern, the religious and the secular, the physical and the spiritual.