Winter is coming to an end, will spring be far behind?

Amelia 2022-03-26 09:01:09

The length of 3 and a half hours, the people around you are drowsy. This is a serious literary film (not even a literary film), and it's impossible to have a broad audience in the first place.
It's a film that doesn't seem to be dramatic: the two most intense scenes in the film are the child throwing stones and the village teacher slapping the table. A large number of indoor plays and dialogues of characters in the literary style have eliminated the national characteristics of Turkey, but on the contrary, we can see the shadow of Soviet literature in it. Certain scenes recall the exploration of religion and philosophy in The Brothers Karamazov.
One of the main lines: the irreconcilability of class antagonism.
As a middle-class intellectual and a small-town celebrity, Aiden's usual attitude toward the poor and weak is to be sympathetic and indifferent. Talking about religion and moral role models in the local paper, but turning a blind eye to the plight of the tenants; never asking about his wife's charitable activities, but trying to give unrealistic help to the occasional reader letter, oh, of course, you can see him The purpose of reading that long letter was to show off: to show his wife and friends that he was a man to be respected. Aiden, however, was no villain, releasing wild horses he had bought for his vanity at midnight; he gave his wife a fortune to anonymously support her charitable projects. Wife Nihal is beautiful and compassionate; her philanthropy is her spiritual backbone. Let's look at the two tenant brothers who represent the poor. Hamidi is a good old man. He not only works hard to support his family, but also brings his young nephew who caused the accident to Aiden to apologize. And his older brother is a grumpy person who does nothing all day, and beats his wife and son to vent his anger when he encounters something.
Later, Nihal found Hamidi and gave him a large sum of money from Aiden. The icebreaker seems to start here. However, the self-respect of Istir's poor man threw the large pile of money into the stove, and did not forget to taunt Nihal. Israel's son watched the scene coldly from the crack of the door. As his smashing of the car at the beginning of the film shows, class hatred also spreads over time.
The coldness and desperation that always loomed over the camera were announced by the tears of Nihal and Isdir.
The second main line: the communication dilemma between people
There are three intense quarrels in the play, between Aiden and his sister, wife, and teacher. The lines are all excellent, and the fierce confrontation makes people hooked. When everyone is real and honest, the more they communicate, the farther they are apart; they speak the same language, but they can't understand each other anyway; Aiden said, I have money, is that my fault?

"We're exhausted, and we make the illusion that we have great things to do. Every morning I have great ideas, but all day long, I have nothing to do."

At the end of the film, Aiden returned home, and his wife, who was looking at the window, said this in her heart. Words: I can't leave you. Yes, this is the correct way to communicate, not logic, not facts, but emotions. He sat down at the desk and started typing on the computer, about the history of Turkish theatre. He's no longer ranting to hotel tourists: I'm going to write a book, a really serious tome. He obeyed his sister's advice: don't try to make an axe in the field (religion) that you are not good at, why not write something more dramatic that you are good at?

Yes, winter is coming to an end, will spring be far behind?

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Winter Sleep quotes

  • Aydin: Justice doesn't even exist in nature, why should it exist here?

  • Aydin: [Epilogue] Nihal, I didn't go away. I couldn't. Whether it's because I've grown old, or I've gone mad, or because I've become a different man, think what you like. I just don't know. But this new man inside me for a few days won't let me go away. Please, don't ask me to go either. I now understand nothing is calling me to Istanbul. Everything is alien to me there as it is everywhere else. I want you to know that I have no one but you. And I miss you every minute, every second that goes by. But my pride will never let me tell you this. I know very well how to terrible or impossible it would be to part from you. Just as I know that you do not love me anymore. I know we can't go back to the old days. And there is no need to. Take me with you like a servant, like a slave. And let us continue our life even if we do it your way. Forgive me.