In a hypnotic sequence, shot in a cornfield as if through a yellow haze, the lovers embark on a miniature ballet of courtship, building a palpable erotic tension through an exchange of shy glances and the most chaste of touches.
During the climactic showdown, in a room filled with older men, she exchanges glances with Somayeh, who is half her age, and in that exchange there simmers, already, a well of bewilderment and exasperation at adult folly.