Winter Sleep

Marianne Kătelyn

New empiricism in European cinema is a sympton of regression, a fatigued clinging to sociocultural paradigms in which even critical allusions come of as clinical. When did European art paused its growth to look at the idea of morality, mistaking its audiences for communities? Its shadow no longer hides its weaknesses, on the contrary, it trumpets them by finding courage in fear and pride in humility. It's pathetic. ↓

Miggy Angel

Conflicted by this film. Ambitious, Chekovian character study of an hubristic former actor turned landlord & businessman. Hypnotic pacing keeps you watching for the 3hrs 15min duration - but the feeling persists that we've been here before: privileged voices pontificate on evil & morals & justice from warm fed drawing rooms while outside the world burns. & not convinced by his epiphany. A kind of Turkish 'Scrooge'

Tigrão

This film is a bit like coffee: the longer the wait, the better the taste. There is so much to say about the emotional richness of this film, and yet its premise is so deceptively simple. And what I find remarkable is the distance the camera takes with its surroundings, and yet this way it seems to better capture the human subtleties and contradictions. Beautiful. Really.

galuh indri

"We want to live life to the full, but other people can criticize you for that. You clash, you collide with them when your paths cross. But curious innovative people with strong personalities do it different. Oddly enough this conflict nourishers them. Conflicts expand their minds, and feed their creativity." (One of the deep conversations that I love. The movie itself were silent, powerful, simple yet meaningful.)

affasf

The paupers disease in monetary dependence; the riches comfort in values disillusion. If the bourgeoisie is presumptuously bored, the proletariat stares in the mindset of a battle reset by its natural enemy, grotesquely upheaving an already defeated challenger. The Kapital subjection, opposed to the agonizing impasse towards total atonement: a thematic core approached through skull-drilling dialogs.

msmichel

Palme d'or winning film from Ceylan that leisurely tells the tale of a smug, self satisfied man whose disdain for the rest of humankind is hidden behind the façade he has constructed for himself being a landowner of regard with a young beautiful wife. Indulgent at 3 hours plus but quietly rewarding with some wonderful sequences and a cold cinematography worth remarking on by Gokhan Tiryaki. Bilginer is remarkable.

Duncan Gray

Winter Sleep must have the most muted Palme d'Or response in years. Boonmee and Tree of Life were greeted with cinephile hallelujahs, and Amour and Blue at least got people arguing. Ceylan's Palme seemed almost like a given after all these years. Winter Sleep is neither his best nor his worst, but is beautiful, charitable, literate, longer than necessary, and a sign he loves Bergman at least as much as Tarkovsky.

José Neves

The contrary of Chekhov adaptations made by the Mikhalkov brothers, Nikita and Andrei, dynamic in their relationship between text and image (in which cinema was a treaty of découpage and film editing). This film is nothing more than a narrative scholarship that devitalizes cinema and literature, a huge exemplary boredom in which even the spaces of Turkey are turning into a scenery to "épater les bourgeois".