-2002
The movie was quiet and slow, and I wrote many sentences staring at the scene of Istanbul on the screen.
-In the streets of Turkey, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally there are birdsong, and they are inserted into the winter crisply. The woman in the long plaid skirt is not beautiful, but she is wrapped in a layer of frost-like sweetness in the cold country. . He and she occupied the whole street, the smoke in his hand floated, and the love of a person danced gracefully.
-The curtains are translucent, reflecting the snow all over the world.
The wind chimes are ringing, ringing non-stop in the snowflakes.
Snow falling on shoulders and hair, melting snow falling on water, snow hanging with holly trees, snow thick enough to melt on red cheeks, and squeaking on snow. The snow is crazy.
In the vast expanse of white, wrapped in Istanbul, in a small bar drinking spirits, someone was talking freely in the snow, saying that there is no way to make money here.
- The wrinkles on her face are more like an extension of the facial features. It seems that her eyes and mouth alone cannot express her richness and vividness, so she adds wrinkles to her face and dances together. Mature grass-colored thick-thread sweater, with eyes full of misery...
He lost her, so he went to drink in a bar with jazz music, and saw that everyone in the world was in twos and threes, but he was the only one.
- He's broken up again, from the love that has been hiding away one after another before he even opens his mouth...
Life is made up of a little ambition and a little embarrassment at the end.
No one took his eyes from his pursuit of romance after a light suddenly went out.
When he got home, he was lying on the sofa smoking a cigarette. He wanted to secretly be depressed for a while, expressing the pain of broken love, but was reprimanded: I told you not to smoke in the room!
- He has a house with big bookshelves wrapped around small heads. He curled up on the single sofa, stared at the TV, and warmed with spirits.
Splash screen dream, sleep in the cold, with the smell of winter soul.
- Photography is over.
- No, no. Neither did the mountains.
You have no right to bury your ideals.
-Once we drop something, we never find it again.
There is a big river in this city, and there are boats on the river. In the last shot, he faces the river, and the birds and the wind... taste the cool loneliness alone.
(It was mentioned in a movie commentary that the more we go on, the less we care about whether we "understand" it, but more about whether we "understand" it. Many things are incomprehensible, and when we realize it, we are very happy. I think Istanbul The heavy snow, the crisp wind chimes and birdsong, the candid eyes chasing the plaid skirt, slowly stretched out under the camera, and then flowed away, is where the tension overflows with dissatisfaction, the diaphragm is not, loneliness is not , neither is the closed self.)
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