So intrigued by the history of Sufi tales after watching this. It was magically mercurial with a score full of meditative bağlama to boot, and Erksan's overt didactics were perfectly offset by the peace of a crisp Turkish landscape enduring winter. Everyone b judging Halil for his obsession with images and ideas above reality, but he's just an exaggerated version of how we all function. How else can we appreciate art without suspending our faith in objective truths sometimes??
After clocking off from my university library job earlier in the day, seeing this film was a sublime extension of the library-land dream state which is all too easy to fall into. Lam has captured the unassuming beauty which can arise from the monotony of the endless aisles, shelves and pages held by these spaces, and her suspension of time delicately abstracts words and images which don’t usually look for attention.
Rather than leaning into the stuffy, stereotypical quietness of…
