"I think the human face is the most beautiful landscape. The face tells you everything. It's the only way to get to the truth because, most of the time, the words we say are not true. We have a tendency to deceive others to protect ourselves." - Ceylan
Adore it! The movie is like if Samuel Beckett was directing an opera and got completely frustrated with it and decided to play hide and seek in the dark with Terence Malick instead! Minimalistically beautiful.
A truly magical and rewarding cinematic experience. I know this film has been described as "slow" but I found the entire thing riveting from beginning to end. The composition of each shot was perfect and cinematography as a whole was magnificent. The acting and the characters themselves were perfect. Everything about this film was haunting and beautiful. I definitely will need to see this one again sometime soon.
Despite hearing a few mutterings of "Jesus Christ" at the end of my screening, I don't think this is a film you can form an immediate opinion on. Where this story begins and where it ends are almost arbitrary. This is a brief glimpse into the lives of several ordinary characters - their hopes, fears, regrets - who try to keep themselves warm in the dark, knowing all the while that death is waiting to carry them away
This film is not for everyone, it is not entertainment - it is work, and it is not easy. To commit to this film, you are committing to watching gears turn inside the skulls of characters, understanding how they're being affected and how each seemingly insignificant moment is a clue towards truth. The relentlessly beautiful images are, like the friendly mayor's daughter, gorgeous but trapped in sadness forever.
I was a bit disappointed. The expectations were high and it couldn't quite live up to it. However, by all means, the cinematography was stunning and I'm still pondering the underlying narrative of the doctor. It doesn't let me go.
Pitch-perfect, if not pitch-black -- its nightscape scarred by roaming headlights, its day a rain-stained corpse-grey -- Once Upon a Time in Anatolia is like a Malick film stripped of its "glory," the grandeur of its hushed mysteries exposed as sinister at worst, blank at best, and grounds for grief either way. Ceylon's style of refined gloom threatens to slip into manner, but it can boast another exquisite cadaver.
Visually gorgeous. The scene with the daughter serving tea is probably the best of the film. Unfortunately, the last 35 minutes were useless for me, and ruined a bit my opinion of the film. 3/5 or maybe 4/5 later.