An interesting performance by the female lead fails to make this meandering work something of merit. Demirkubuz has evolved into one of the better known turkish new wave directors but one would find little evidence in this his first feature to support that. Hallucinatory and introspective are transparent shileds not disquising the works lack of maturity or development.
I think the best word to describe Block C is "meandering". It never really focuses too hard on any of the main characters that live in the building of block C, but instead beats around the bush and significantly lacks dialogue that would clarify these storylines. This isn't to say the story isn't coherent, and even reeks of American love cliches, but it is allover a bit too avant-garde to make a clear statement.