SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd:
If cinema is considered a reflection, then Certified Copy is a heightened version of that opaque vision of ourselves and how we perceive others. Abbas Kiarostami takes conventions of Art-House cinema and shoves those norms right in front of a full-body mirror, forcing genre and normality to confront their own limitations and customs.
However, Certified Copy isn't only a reshuffle; it is also a radical stare into its own mechanisms and inner workings. With an opening shot revealing a book entitled "Certified Copy" resting upright on a desk, Kiarostami immediately visualizes that his heart and his soul lie in the complete deconstruction of originals and copies, and not just the overhaul of previous Art-House structures.
Certified Copy is in fact a copy of itself, a reflection of its foundation in the world of cinema, and as much as it relies on cliches (as simplistic as that may seem), its true beauty rests in the tender desolation of boundaries and invisible divisions.
In the works of Abbas Kiarostami, lines are not only blurred, but jumbled and rendered meaningless, but it is here where Kiarostami unfolds that ideal like an unraveling ball of yarn. When the film nears its heart-wrenching conclusion, nothing seems more prominent than the silence between the present conversations. It's almost as if anything that settles in the past is a copy of its original feelings and consequences.