Spoiler alert (maybe spoiling your popcorn, that is): this movie is long. Pack a lunch. Pull up a beer. Better yet: pull up an Ottoman (pun intended). This is a Turkish movie, after all, with all that implies: beautiful landscapes, frumpy old women and cultural anomalies. If at first it doesn’t seem like much is happening, tension is building just below the surface. This movie explores interiors like I haven’t seen since Bergman, Woody Allen notwithstanding.
Horses run wild. Tenants skip the rent. Kids are naughty, and the winter is cold. Landlords collect the rent, and so do hotel managers. Guests are better than tenants, because they pay more rent. Divorcees lament their fate. Wives resent their husbands. Young wives are more easily estranged from older husbands from the get-go, given the inherent inequalities. This is all pretty boring stuff, until you give it a name, and a face, and a place—and a decent script. (More …)