My title is a pun on "Not Another Teen Movie," if it wasn't obvious.
This is a film in which nothing happens. I know that a lot of people say that, but this time it's real. You can check my review history and know that I'm an art-house fan, but this really pushes it.
There are two major problems in this film - one is the lack of plot. If you want a story in which there is a story, this is not one. There are scenes, some dialogues, but there is no story. It's the equivalent of a cinematic webcam feed of the lives of Kurds in some village in the mountains. Just any random Kurd on any random day. Films usually try to make stories about interesting people having interesting stories, or regular people having interesting stories, but this is a story about regular people having regular stories.
The other problem is that Kurdish movies have become stuck in a loop, producing the same kinds of movies, orphans, refugees, poverty, isolation, mountains, difficult terrain, etc. Kurdish movies used to mean "films in Kurdish" not a genre of film. You could substitute all the Kurdish in the film for Georgian, Armenian, Russian or even Estonian and it would still be a Kurdish film, not because the director is Kurdish, but because it's slowly becoming a cliché. I actually didn't know who the director was until the end of the film.
This desolate village in the snowy mountains is beautiful, but it gets boring quickly, in this film and in general.
This film is like A Time for Drunken Horses, but without a story.
Ex-Soviet Kurdistan is one of the most unique parts of the (non-existent) country, yet this setting was wasted on this film.
I don't recommend it to anyone but for people that have a deep (beyond cinematic) interest in Kurds or someone who has seen most Kurdish films. It is a curiosity at best.
This is a film in which nothing happens. I know that a lot of people say that, but this time it's real. You can check my review history and know that I'm an art-house fan, but this really pushes it.
There are two major problems in this film - one is the lack of plot. If you want a story in which there is a story, this is not one. There are scenes, some dialogues, but there is no story. It's the equivalent of a cinematic webcam feed of the lives of Kurds in some village in the mountains. Just any random Kurd on any random day. Films usually try to make stories about interesting people having interesting stories, or regular people having interesting stories, but this is a story about regular people having regular stories.
The other problem is that Kurdish movies have become stuck in a loop, producing the same kinds of movies, orphans, refugees, poverty, isolation, mountains, difficult terrain, etc. Kurdish movies used to mean "films in Kurdish" not a genre of film. You could substitute all the Kurdish in the film for Georgian, Armenian, Russian or even Estonian and it would still be a Kurdish film, not because the director is Kurdish, but because it's slowly becoming a cliché. I actually didn't know who the director was until the end of the film.
This desolate village in the snowy mountains is beautiful, but it gets boring quickly, in this film and in general.
This film is like A Time for Drunken Horses, but without a story.
Ex-Soviet Kurdistan is one of the most unique parts of the (non-existent) country, yet this setting was wasted on this film.
I don't recommend it to anyone but for people that have a deep (beyond cinematic) interest in Kurds or someone who has seen most Kurdish films. It is a curiosity at best.