Directed by:
Nuri Bilge CeylanCinematography:
Gökhan TiryakiCast:
Haluk Bilginer, Melisa Sözen, Demet Akbağ, Ayberk Pekcan, Serhat Kılıç, Nejat Isler, Tamer Levent, Nadir Sarıbacak, Mehmet Ali Nuroğlu, Gülsen Özbakan (more)VOD (1)
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Aydin, a former actor, runs a small hotel in central Anatolia with his young wife Nihal with whom he has a stormy relationship and his sister Necla who is suffering from her recent divorce. In winter as the snow begins to fall, the hotel turns into an inescapable place that fuels their animosities. (Prime Video)
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Ceylan's spiritual patron Chekhov erupted on the surface of Anatolia, and the result is the reduced magic of passing time and, unfortunately, weakened power of film language. In partial moments it is captivatingly sleepy, frozen and earthy, but sometimes overly literal and staring into its own eloquence. For Chekhov, every word has weight, but for Ceylan, sometimes the words simply pour out. Even in places where the film can do without them.
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It would be nice if the film wasn't so terribly long. Yet it was so terribly long, and during the entire three hours and a bit I just couldn't enjoy the acting, which is excellent, but also the directing, cinematography, and editing, which were great, and it's clear that Turkish cinema has made huge strides.
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It's not a bad film, but it certainly doesn't deserve the adulation of a five-star cannonade. When three hours are spent philosophizing, I don't think anyone would manage to attentively follow the lofty thoughts presented throughout the entire time. The plot is interesting, the relationships between the characters are interesting, and the directorial work is of a high standard, but I have the insistent feeling that the film would have benefited from a shorter runtime of at least an hour. Then I'd probably raise my rating too.
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It is true that to watch a Turkish movie, which is over 3 hours long, takes a lot of persuasion. It’s similar to when you hear about a book, which is supposedly good but has one thousand pages. It also takes you a long time to actually start reading it. But once you start reading, you are satisfied and enjoy a page after a page. Winter Sleep starts with very nice shots of Central Turkey, which clear any doubts you might’ve had, and then sets off in a completely human, honest and realistic way to tell the problems of a few characters that you can’t help but be interested in. Mostly because everything feels so natural as if they were your own neighbors. And you feel that way even though there are cultural differences between us Czechs and Turkish people. But not that big that they couldn’t be a part of Europe. So, it is a particularly good and interesting drama, and if you don’t get put off by the running time, you will definitely be satisfied.
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I’m quite struggling with this film, and I think I will struggle for some time still. It’s a very nicely shot drama with convincing performances, and smart, but I’m afraid it doesn’t manage to say enough for it to have that brutal 196 minute run. I feel that Nuri Bilge Ceylan suffers from the same self-love and self-loathing as the character he speaks about. But how actually should and can an intellectual film be when speaking about the bubbles intellectuals build around themselves so they can be happy with themselves? Just and only like this one. The closing monologue felt unconvincing and unjustified, maybe is thought as another form of the protagonist’s self-deception, but shot in a way that gave the impression that he actually means it. Blue Is the Warmest Color, winner in last year’s Cannes, is almost as long, but I felt that every shot is in place and I that I wouldn’t leave anything out, but in Winter Sleep I felt that it would be a much better film if it was shorter. In any case, it’s perfect for the snobs at Cannes, even in this form.
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