Review of Happy New Year London

I don't really even know where to begin. Neither does the film actually. This is a poorly made film, period. The basic premise is this: a famous Turkish singer is going on tour with concerts in Berlin, Dusseldorf and London. There are probably more, but these are the ones they mention in the film. Forget the German dates, they have no bearing on this film whatsoever though they are mentioned in detail at the beginning during a press conference for the singer. When the singers press agent (presumably) mentions the London concert, the singer seems shocked and upset, as if she had absolutely no idea her tour would take her to London. That right there kind of gives you an idea of how ill-conceived this story is. We never know why she's upset except for someone named Enver. And we're all old enough to know that she probably had a relationship with Enver that ended 20 years ago. She arrives in London and meets her dear old friend who has been in London so long that she has a very thick Turkish accent and she has forgotten some Turkish, namely the word for someone from Poland (which is simply something you could never forget). The friend entrusts the singer with her child so she and her husband can go to dinner (A "very important dinner."). The singer is staying in a hotel with a very odd room service waiter (unforgivably over-acted by Ali Atay who seems to have been thinking he was in an improv version of a Strindberg play).

And it just gets worse and worse. I can't go on, lest the memory remain fresh in my mind. This is a film that will certainly become infamous as one of the worst of the year. It grossed just over $12,000. That seems like $12,001 too much. Perhaps they went to see the film by mistake? I saw it on TV and felt like I should get my money back.

Not to beat a dead horse, but this should be avoided. Or failing that, get a bottle of wine, sit back, and laugh your butt off.