This was very interesting. Set in Turkey with fascinating exteriors in a strange, stony, humped landscape with the weather getting colder and the snow coming, and also lovely detailed interiors, it consists mainly of long Chekhovian conversations; people criticising each other and analysing their unhappiness!
The central character is a middle-aged man, and he lives with his sister and his wife. he spends most of his time in his own room: his study, writing a column to the local paper, and criticising his society for its mixture of religion and secularism but without having much desire to change minds or see change. His sister points out his contradictions quite unmercifully.
Meanwhile his marriage is bitterly unhappy and his interaction with his wife is quite destructive. She cries but can't really explain why she feels such intense antipathy for him. It's all a puzzle.
At the end of the story the women don't move on but the man does. Perhaps his sister's misery and pithy comments change his mind, or perhaps it's the long drunken conversation at the end when he realises that everyone's a critic and the more dedicated, the more ridiculous.
It is the kind of long, slow film that you don't often see. Stan and I went to take pot luck and see whatever was on.
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