Luke McCarthy’s review published on Letterboxd:
The first film in a long, long time to leave me genuinely confounded. I guess that's a good thing?
This is all about art; about how we interact with it, about what informs our opinion of it, about how we inject meaning into what we see. I loved thinking about Certified Copy, but by the film's end I can't say I felt all that connected to what I was seeing on screen. Kiarostami's style is fascinatingly stark and aggressively minimalistic. It forces you to pay attention to every single element he places on screen, which gives the film a definitive sense of purpose. It did suffer a little from being ambiguous for the sake of ambiguity, and whilst I can respect that sensibility, I can't say it completely clicked with me in the way Kiarostami hoped it would. Similar to Like Someone in Love, Certified Copy is an enigma; the key difference is that Like Someone in Love never seems to be screaming at it's audience how utterly unsolvable it is. But then again, isn't the fact that this is unsolvable is kind of the entire point?
As you can see from my rambling review, I'm conflicted. This might be one of the most thematically rich films I've ever seen, an honest to god masterpiece. At the same time, it might a cold experiment in intellectual theory which sacrifices emotions for ideas.
Ripe for a rewatch.