Sonbahar

I saw this film at the San Francisco International Film Festival and the audience was ecstatic. Fans of Bela Tarr will appreciate the scenes with no dialog, but which still deliver more information than a babbling script could have delivered about a troubled political prisoner and a conflicted nation in a confused world. The cinematography, from the "central chair" in the home to the snowy mountains of northern Turkey were amazing. One issue that I wish that I had looked at before seeing the film was the history of Turkish/Russian relations. This is a major theme. In a similar vein for those of us who have read and loved the novels of Orhan Pamuk, we westerners learn something very important about a vibrant but conflicted country. I gave this 9 stars based on content first, with cinematography a very close second. The lead actor is incredible and this is a new director to be watched.

before to start this movie,i heard lots of good comment about it.and also the people said that the theme is really good.it also contains politics,lazish culture-especially lazish language- and the others.

the movie was started about some politic issues that this topic was used lots of times in Turkish cinema.there was no diversification.yes maybe the movie is only about that but it s not so strong in the movie finally.

first there were not so much people.the movie was turning around a couple of people.yes sometimes it can be advantage but it just made me bored in this movie.because the tempo of the movie was slow and so depressive.

second some part of the movie looked like they just put it for the landscape.it s truth that the landscape is perfect but the connection was lost sometimes.

the good things were the lazish dialogs,the relationship between yusuf and "scarlet woman" and the great -and sad- ending

Sonbahar represents a realm that metaphorically speaking belongs to silence. Yousuf seems to have that depth with which he can journey from speech to whisper to silence.This film took sadness to a height what I have rarely witnessed in films. The Russian hooker, who is a very young mother too, says to Yousuf, "You know, you seem like you don't live in the present. ... It's like you've walked off the pages of a Russian novel." Exactly that is the point. Everything is past for Yousuf -- even his sadness too -- which is now blank because, as Michail says, everything has gone -- even socialism. Now their girls become hookers. Yousuf remains in the past, he is past everything -- even pains and all. The young boy whom he tries to teach rejects him too. All the memories of university jail and all come like scattered pictures. And that exactly is the depth of blankness depicted in this film. The sad hooker goes away. Only waves rise and fall -- rise and fall -- and everything ends with a death -- a procession of death walking through the valleys. And one thing to say, the eaarlier review by 'eray-basma' mentioned that Sonbahar tries to be like Tarkovsky. I do not know why she/he said it. But, on my part I can say, for more than the last four decades Tarkovsky is like a god to me, both Tarkovsky and his poet father are like a milestone to me in human culture. But not a single time I remembered him during the movie. When it is only sadness and sadness -- the sadness becomes blank and all pervading. Sonbahar is that. Salute to the director.

"You know, you seem like you don't live in the present. It's like you've walked off the pages of a Russian novel. Yusuf, you know what I've been thinking? I wish I could leave everything behind and set off on a long journey with you."

Another piece of wonderful minimalist cinema (i'm nothing if not consistent) this time from a Turkish filmmaker making his debut feature. Yusuf, a political prisoner, is released from jail on health grounds and returns to the tiny village community he grew up in.

As you might expect from that premise this is a film with a political message which is at times forced upon the viewer, a distraction from the contemplative mood of the piece as Yusuf comes to terms with everything he gave up for his ideals, his new found freedom, his mortality and his struggle to reintegrate with village life.

Packed with beautiful vistas and long moody takes without dialogue it is the use of ambient noise, or at times a lack of, that most impressed and so the occasionally invasive use of melodramatic music only served to irritate rather than accentuate the moment.

The sub story of his connection with a young boy and a prostitute are pretty standard narrative devices but never feel arbitrary, which in itself is impressive but the emotional arc they guide you through places them as some of the more impressive uses of the trope I have seen.

Quality low budget world cinema from a strong new voice worth keeping an eye on.

Özcan Alper made his feature debut with this long, lyrical and somewhat languid little production that won him best director awards at the Tbilisi and Sofia International Film Festival and marked him out as a director who is going places fast, even if his film is not.

Onur Saylak stars as Yusuf a Turkish dissident released after surviving ten years in one of the country's notorious F type prisons to return to his Black Sea coast home with his health broken and his ideology lost only to run into the ephemeral Megi Kobaladze as Eka a despondent Georgian prostitute incredulous that anyone would expend the best years of their life on a fruitless quest for socialism.

The film maker displays a distinct penchant for classic Russian cinema and literature and unfolds at an excruciatingly slow pace, with the main character actually stopping at one point to watch a slug crawl by, which allows for plenty of long scenic but ultimately unfulfilling shots of the gorgeous Trabzon countryside and little else.

This place is just another prison.