Derakhte Golabi

This is a must see.

Mehrjoui's films often deal with the existentialist encounter of the Bourgeioisie with tradition, memory, and modernity.

This is perhaps the most universal film of Mehrjoui to date. Breathtaking landscape; excellent amateur performance; beautiful photography, minimalist editing, touching plot, and much more. This is the story of a serious man in the face of his intellectual black out as he finds more meaning to his life while rummaging through his childhood memory.

Since Mehrjoui is somewhat obscure (compared to Iranian filmmakers like Majidi, Makhmalbafs and Kiarostami, although he has been one of the oldest and one of the best filmmakers Iran has ever produced), take a look at his work if you have a liking for Alain Renais, Ingmar Bergman, Viscounti, and to some extent Fellini (especially in his Hamoun)

In this particular film, you will think of Kiarostami's Le Vent Nous Emportera and Taste of Cherry, Baizai's Perhaps Another Time, Majidi's Color of God ... and all these comparisons are disservice to Mehrjoui.