The picture style and narrative style of the film are very similar to "Paris in Texas". I admire the subtlety of talking and stopping. The more subtle it seems, the closer to reality. But this kind of film can only be watched once, and the rest is left to aftertaste.
A man named Mam lives in Istanbul alone. He has taken pictures of ceramic tiles in a ceramic tile factory and has a good income. Usually, he takes photos, eats simple bread dipped in butter, and occasionally goes to beautiful places to take artistic photos. He is one of the people in this city who can belong to art. Suddenly, one day, the unemployed cousin Yusof from the countryside came to Istanbul to find a job and lived in his apartment. He was vulgar, poor, and even ashamed of being poor. As Maupassant said, rich people in the city are always embarrassed by his poor relatives and their bad habits. In this apartment where there is a housing relationship, the primary and secondary relationship is very obvious. They are the asylum and the detainee, and more importantly. The thing is that there is no intersection between their lives.
So living together is the confrontation between two lifestyles. During the day, Yusoff was trying to find a job for his livelihood and his family. He ran around and was rejected. Mam and his friends were sitting in the house drinking wine and talking about photography, art, and women. In the evening, Mam watched with relish. In the TV footage of the plot, Yusov was already drowsy. After Yusov left, Mamm quietly replaced it with an A video; Yusov, who had found nothing, sat in the shabby crew club and talked with strangers around him. , Meanwhile, Mam was drinking alone in a high-end bar with lights. Faced with loneliness and helplessness, all places look the same, and it is impossible to tell who is more empty. Life is sometimes contemplative, but it doesn’t appear superficial when not. The contrast in this section is delicate and in place, and the lens switching made me deeply feel that different windows see different sceneries and different moods.
Life is not easy. Yusov wanted to work as a sailor like a trip, but he didn't get it. Mam managed to take care of Yusoff’s self-esteem and paid him a lot of money like all his relatives, but he had to hide in the bathroom while talking on the phone with his wife who was still in love, and was suddenly awakened by nightmares at night. .
I didn't know that Istanbul is such a city that is prone to snow. Yusov lingered in the wind and snow to see the beautiful women who came by, and could not help but think about following them a few steps, but he was always incompatible with this city. Mam will hate the smell in his shoes, hate him smoking in the room, and suspect that he has stolen things. They are not only out of sync. No doubt, he shouldn't suddenly intervene in such a lonely city man who doesn't like socializing. His life shouldn't make him suddenly lose his personal space.
People in this world are so different but no different. Yusof quietly followed a girl he had seen several times, and Mamm hid behind the airport pillar and watched the leaving ex-wife secretly. At least they had the same self-esteem and the same vulnerability. At least, human loneliness is always surprisingly similar.
When Yusoff left without saying goodbye, Mam should have been lost for a moment. He sat on a winter bench and looked at the big ship he wanted to work for, and lit a low-quality cigarette left by Yusoff. ——The cigarette he once refused to smoke, in fact, is really no different.
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