Demirkubuz has a specific style. Just like any cinephile can tell a Bergman film from one by Tarkovsky, Bresson from Almodovar, and so on, you can tell a Demirkubuz title from anything directed by anyone else, by his style. That is not to say he's always great, he does have his weaker features. (Such as casting his goddess-looking wife on one of his flicks to make up for the weak plot). The only thing that's always good about him is his excellent setting of pace, for which Nuri Bilge Ceylan needs his private lessons. All that said, this one was a typical Demirkubuz movie by all means. Just like Masumiyet, which is connected to this movie, it deals with fragile lives and shattered dreams. I imagine 99% of the readers would agree that's ace for the style he adopts.

Well, let me start with the few bad things about this movie. The language! Turkish people do swear a lot, Turkish people pursuing the lifestyles outlined in this movie swear even more, but use of heavy slang is still excessive in this movie. And believe me, I am an authority on that, because I've been known to let my let profane language slip my tongue myself. Just take it this way, a nun could find anyone slutty. But if a street hooker finds someone slutty, chances are she has a point! Speaking of street hookers; a Turkish woman from any walk of life, including street hookers, would never ever use the phrase "sikildigimle kaldim" in any conversation, even when talking to other women. It just doesn't sound natural, and the whole conversation between Ugur's mother and Bekir on his visit was simply out of key. For the excessive swearing, although I didn't like it much, I can see through the frames and picture Demirkubuz going on fire and saying "right on!" and hitting his fist on the table ferociously. This shows he really got into the script, and I find such a directing skill amazing, considering the horrid actor he is. Now, that really sums it up for all the downs of this movie.

As for the ups, the story is interesting, the scenes are well-shot, the acting is splendid, and the dose of bleakness is just right. At times it feels like an Angelopoulos or even Kaurismäki work, which by itself means it's relatively slow but ultimately captivating. The lack of an emphasized ending is supposed to ruin everything, but everything is set so well that it actually feels more rewarding. The long fight consequence scene was also really successful. Until the very last second, you can't tell who killed whom, but the camera is so good that you don't end up feeling like you're watching a soap opera. Something that I just thought of to finalize: Even the name selection is exploding of intelligence! The movie's name is "destiny", and the movie's message is "nothing is destiny, you make your own destiny". I just love that! Overall Kader is a fantabulous (fantastic fabulous) feature, and gets 9,5/10 from me. Seeing such a robust effort in the Turkish cinema in the era where people like Altioklar with their plot less Hollywood style trash are considered directors, is very promising.

If you are interested in Turkish cinema, and you are one of those who think a movie must be either fun or rewarding, but prefer one that is both, stay away from boring Tarkovksy wannabes and über-miserable Tarantino wannabes, and follow Demirkubuz. Needless to say, Kader is a particularly good start at that.

We don't get Turkish films in Australia, apart from the odd festival piece. We have to wait for the DVDs to arrive or to be sent by relatives. I have just seen Kader.

How interesting it is that characters and reviewers alike talk about Bekir's love for Ugur. In every culture, there is a degree of confusion where love ends and obsession begins, but in my experience it has always been a particular Mediterrenean/Balkan disease. The director, very skillfully, conveys that in an environment where all conviction is hopeless dedicating a life to a person makes as much sense as any other formula for living. Bekir's obsession for Ugur intensifies because of, not despite, her rejection of him. However, the film is much more than a doomed love story. It is at once an exploration of alienation of youth, a study of roots of violence and a critique of machismo culture. Bekir's character reminded me a line from a well-known Turkish poem: "Like a pain without a body / seeking an organ to attach itself" (my translation, my apologies to purists). In reality, the line applies to all the major characters in the film. Much criticised ending is perfect, in my opinion. I cannot imagine a better way to end this important addition to modern Turkish cinema.

Imagine a film, that makes you feel the hardness of the pavement you hit your head onto, once again. Imagine a film, the only thing you can do after leaving the cinema is shutting up your mouth. Imagine a film, that tells you the inside world of the taxi driver who is driving you home or to work.

This is thematic continuation of Masumiyet, but more in the flashback mode and hits much powerful than Masumiyet, although with a less experienced cast. The story tells us how the love of Bekir and Ugur (continued characters in Masumiyet) began, and the surroundings of them in their youth. But ! this is the apparent, the easily visible part of that film! The more important thematic gem, is the surroundings of these two characters, which appropriately fits the living-cultural-social conditions of the big populated suburbs of big cities of Turkey. This is not a documentary and not a love story with its simplest meaning and it is not realism; it is the reality itself. It's bone hard, that pulls you into the living of the 'damned', as termed by the bourgeois or religious jargon. The acting is, though Vildan Atasever got so much negative critics (my opinion, she is the leading cast, a very talented artist) superb. Keep also in mind that certain camera angels in very small locations are used masterfully. The story: do not look to the apparent love story going on ! Try to understand those circumstances and those people. People live the lives of conditions they are born into. It is a everyday news here in Turkey, that some people kill some other for not any reason that could be put into the borders of "western rationality". The best explaining word for this movie is a German word: Knallhart ! (not implying the film knallhart-2006 in any way) translated as tough enough, but which explains a more dramatic condition. That film is a real Knallhart of the last few years not only in the name of Turkish movie making. You can observe these lives in Barcelona, Rome, Berlin, and maybe all Latin America. For those watching this film with translation, either dubbed or subbed, many of the dialogs, i guess, will be more softly pronounced. Linguistic is the heart of a culture. And, Demirkubuz made his masterpiece by pulling out the heart of the streets of its shell and bringing it to the world of cinema. There is a world going on with very simple rules, when you are asleep.

and finally some trivial: Demirkubuz's 2001 movie Yazgi means also destiny or fate.