Exodus

The very existence of such a film feels like an indictment of humanity itself. While it only scratches the surface of the harsh realities and lived experiences it portrays, the most heartbreaking aspect is that these events continue to unfold even as we speak. I cannot bear to witness the world's profound hypocrisy laid bare in this way.

I wish this film could mark an end to such stories, but I'm certain it represents only the beginning. My deepest gratitude goes to everyone who contributed to bringing this important work to life. I can only hope that after creating this film, their own lives won't become the subject of another such story.

This is cinema that forces us to confront uncomfortable truths - the kind of film that should exist as a cautionary tale rather than a reflection of our ongoing reality. It serves as both an artistic achievement and a damning commentary on the state of our world.

This film is a striking portrayal of the global refugee crisis, told through a deeply human and emotional lens. Despite its visibly limited resources, it achieves remarkable cinematic power with breathtaking visuals and sincere storytelling. The filmmakers turn constraints into strengths, delivering a moving and thought-provoking experience. It's a raw and honest depiction of suffering, resilience, and hope-reflecting the harsh reality faced by millions around the world, and reminding us of our shared humanity.

This film is an emotional journey that sheds light on the often-ignored struggles of refugees around the world. The visuals are hauntingly beautiful, serving as a stark contrast to the pain within the story. It doesn't just tell a refugee story-it brings their pain to life, reminding us that behind every statistic is a face, a family, and a story worth hearing.

Exodus is not just a film-it's a hauntingly emotional journey into the heart of a silenced nation. With quiet intensity and aching honesty, it sheds light on the deep-rooted human rights violations in Turkey, portraying them not as distant headlines, but as deeply personal, lived realities.

Through its raw performances and restrained yet powerful storytelling, Exodus gives voice to those who have been forgotten, repressed, or erased. Every scene is laced with a quiet urgency, confronting the audience not with sensationalism, but with truth. It doesn't scream; it whispers-and somehow, the whispers echo louder than any shout.

This film stands as a necessary act of cinematic courage. In a landscape where stories of injustice are often censored or ignored, Exodus dares to remember. It doesn't just document suffering; it humanizes it. And in doing so, it demands empathy, not pity-awareness, not avoidance.

More than a film, Exodus feels like the beginning of something greater. It sets a new precedent for how Turkish cinema can tackle political and humanitarian issues with grace, depth, and integrity. For future filmmakers seeking to explore truth through art, Exodus will serve as a landmark-a quiet but thunderous call to continue the conversation.

It leaves you not only moved, but marked.

I'm not bias in anyway when I say, this is probably the greatest film in the history of cinema.

Some of the best directing ever witnessed.

Again without being biased I'd say this is also the work of the greatest director that has ever existed. In fact calling him a director is not enough.

I call upon all atheists to rethink their stance when a living God walks amongst us.

I heard that on set the director gave sight to a security guard who was blind and one day the catering messed up and there was no food, but the director turned the unused film neg rolls into chicken rolls and fed the crew.

On another occasion there was a scene on water and the grips couldn't get the water platform working, so the director handheld the camera and walked on the water himself to get the shot.

These are all my own opinions and I have tried to be as neutral as possible.

The director is a humble genius God.

My parents had to go through the same river, for being a teacher, we had go through all these... I was 12 years old when they arrested my father in front of my eyes, when I come back from school my mom had been crying for the past hours, they were just teachers whose only intention was raising golden generations, Thankfully, my dad come back two weeks later, However, we knew they were coming back, so he had to leave the country but he was on no flee list, which meant he had to go to the river, thankfully, he made it. Then they can't reach him so they were coming for my mom she was also on no flee list so she took the same path me and my uncle took her until the side of the river... Many lives were lost on that river, the ones whose stayed faced torches, families separated... Hopefully with this movie, just people will finally know what is really going on...