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Uzak    *****

Peter Simmonds, Teletex (UK), 27 May 2004

 

 

Turkish film-maker Nuri Bilge Ceylan's sombre, bleakly comic drama comes with quite a pedigree, having won the Jury Prize and Best Actor award at Cannes 2003. Quite right, too, this is a miserablist masterpiece.

 

Divorced and cynical, commercial photographer Mahmut lives alone in his spacious Istanbul apartment. His quietly regimented solitude is disturbed when his relative Yusuf arrives from their rural hometown to look for work.


Yusuf struggles to find his feet in the big city, especially as his search for merchant navy work proves futile, and his slovenly ways and clod-hopping demeanour become an increasing source of annoyance to Mahmut.


That's about it really, but don't be fooled into thinking this is a static non-event, Uzak's beauty is in its detail. The title translates as Distant, and both its protagonists are far from their roots and, for differing reasons, alienated from their environment and each other.


The men are opposites — urban Mahmut is shut off, ignores calls from his ailing mother, prefers films to human interaction and has a joyless sexual affair with a married woman. By contrast the naïve Yusuf guiltily uses Mahmut's phone to check up on his family, hopelessly chases after work and longingly tracks pretty women. Mahmut has everything Yusuf yearns for, but holds it all in contempt.


At one point a dejected Yusuf looks at two dishes of freshly caught fish on the harbour. One is full of water with living fish, the other is dry and full of dead fish. Stranded between the two a lone fish thrashes on the ground. This is the position of both men, struggling on the outskirts of both the public and private worlds, stranded between life and death.


From the opening shot, Uzak is stunning to look at, full of striking compositions and contrasting colour palettes, from the snowy (almost Muscovite) Istanbul to the faded Ottoman grandeur of the Turkish provinces.


The soundscape is equally striking. There is no music and the film is wordless for vast sections — wind chimes, the horns of passing ships and ambient sound form the aural landscape. Solitude is the film's theme and to explore this Ceylan uses silences and pauses to with a precision and skill that would put Harold Pinter to shame.


Ceylan, recently christened the Turkish Tarkovsky by Sight And Sound, is a film-making phenomenon. Not only did he direct here, he wrote, produced, edited and photographed to produce a singular, intense vision which it is doubtful he could have achieved had he shared the labour.


Beautiful, accomplished film-making from a rising star of world cinema.