
Based on Osman Şahin's "Irgat Erleri" and Korhan Yurtsever's "Zincir," this film, adapted for the screen by Macit Koper, tells the story of a peasant couple who work as a night watchman (Zülfo) and a cleaner (Elif) at an amusement park. Before coming to the city, the couple worked as laborers in Çukurova and lost their daughter in a fire, which caused Elif to develop schizophrenia.
The legacy of this movie starts off the film series with a bang of magic, plot twists, and battles.
This current year, as well as the past several, has seen a slowly building increase in something the horror genre has required for quite a while in this critic's opinion...originality. I've stated before that I am very hard to please when it comes to this vein of the film industry's offerings, always leaning more towards that which sends chills through my very being in lieu of buckets of blood and gore.
What seems like such a simple story of survival is so much more than that—it’s a story of family, and of war, and of destruction. It’s painful to watch, but not in a bad way. It makes its audience reflect on their own actions, and in how they are complicit in the sufferings of others as the adults in this film are. Grave of the Fireflies does not hold back from being heartbreaking, and it shouldn’t. It tells a message that needs to be heard decades after the war, and a story that cannot be forgotten by history.
"Hustlers" returns power to groups that are traditionally deprived of it: women, the working class, and sex workers.
While the film didn’t hit me as emotionally as I wanted it to, I still enjoyed it. I simply wish there was a little more, particularly with the world building.