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Three Palme d’Or winners share the directing credit, but I’ve yet to find anyone who has seen this film. (Aside from the stranger in the Japanese restaurant who alerted me to its existence – my thanks to him.) This triptych film moves through a single pool of passengers on a crowded European train; among them an ageing professor, some boisterous Glasgow Rangers fans and a refugee family. If the three directors’ styles mix too unevenly to make this a lost classic, Tickets is nevertheless extraordinarily fascinating. And Kiarostami’s episode is a particular revelation.