I didn't dislike Abbas Kiarostami's soft-jazz Tokyo moodscape "Like Someone in Love" as much as his last picture, the wildly overpraised and false-ringing "Certified Copy," but when it abruptly ended after two hours, I realized nothing of substance had happened.
As usual Kiarostami plays with artifice and persona (everybody lies), but the perfidies are so minor and so few and far between, it's hardly the elegant puzzle some reviews would lead you to believe. And while I've liked and even loved my share of talkfests in which nothing much transpires, it helps to have smart characters. The leading lady here, a student by day and call girl by night, misses an exam question so easy it might be used at a sobriety checkpoint.
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