It broke me to pieces. A disfunctional relationship that came to be because she was looking for freedom from cultural oppression. How many women fear the same fate? And then she stayed for the happiness of her daughter although hers lied somewhere else. How many times does this happen to humans around the world. Somehow at the end I felt robbed, because she and Cahit belonged together.
Joa...die Musik war geil. Der erste Teil - mega, dann der Teil in der Türkey zu kurz um das Ende zu verstehen. Man kann glaube ich unterschiedlich interpretieren. Habe das Ende nicht so richtig verstanden, hat den ganzen Film sinnlos gemacht. Oder what's the catch here?
Clichés. Arguments convenus. Ces histoires d'intégration ou de contraste de cultures extra-européennes ont été déjà été racontées cent fois. Les ficelles utilisées ici ne relèvent pas le niveau de la Turquie. ==== Clichés. Agreed argument. These stories of integration or contrast of non-European cultures have already been told a 100 times. The big strings used here do not raise the level of Turkey.
Life's what you make it ... and you're what life makes you ... Akin juggles with destiny, roots, origins, habits, traditions, dreams, fate, faith, culture, desire, passion, despair, freedom and confinement in such a pure, beautiful and understanding way. Showing without actually judging. Put alltogether in strong and beautiful pictures and wrapped in great music.
The clash of civilizations within and without told with dynamic camerawork and frenzied performances by the two handsome leads. Whilst Akin has a firm grip over a material he knows all too well the film adopts at points a quasi-sensationalitst aesthetic that leaves one unsure about overall style and intentions. The moments of violence are not Akin's forte or the close ups, which compromise otherwise elegant shots.
[More like 4.5] Amazing performances telling 'a tale of two lost souls' (as the synopsis accurately describes it): the point of view through which the story is told is never settled to just one of the two main characters, allowing the viewer to dig deep into their respective self-destructive attitudes that keep anyone else afar, leaving them alone with the sole aim to reunite - in a technically keen movie.
Una trama convulsa di un’umanitá conturbante e sanguigna, una ballata tragico-romantica con intermezzi gothic-punk e musica tradizionale. Ben due ore di film fluiscono come un fiume alcolico, con una storia che va avanti, “prendendo di petto” la bellezza anche nelle immagini più malate, nello squallore al neon di città notturne, espressioni intense, a tratti angeliche in questa sorprendente ricetta turca.
Grace! Like some updated iteration of Fear Eats the Soul crossed with the way I lived in my 20s. Tone perfect; this miraculous mix of distance and intimacy... Oof! Right there. This is what I always figured I was supposed to feel watching Wong Kar Wai films, but never really did (except 2046). “Kennen Sie die Band The The?… Der Der? Die Die? Das Das?” (womp womp).