Anlat Istanbul

For anybody interested in thinking about Turkey as a dynamic society going through a(nother) serious 'turning point' in its history, this can be an important film to watch. I noticed someone commented on this film as one of the most 'realistic' films ever made in the history. There must be some truth to this: perhaps not in any concrete sense, but in the subjective state of the person who wrote that note, and the 'realism' that spoke to him or her through this film. As exaggerated and meaningless as that claim may appear, it is important and meaningful nonetheless, because he or she lives this truth, at one level or another. For him or her this is real, and that IS real. It is wonderful the way these fairy tales find themselves translated in the underworlds of Istanbul: neither fantastic tales of Eastern Thousand and One Nights, nor happy ending fairy tales of Western symbols, these are the uncanny tales of the truly marginalized characters, 'realities', ghosts that have been pushed back into the invisible undergrounds of Turkish 'civilization quest' materialized in the name of Istanbul, this age old dream trophy of Turkish warriors. A broken bridge, a host of nightly creatures cast out of nice dreams gone bad, and the human cost that has been paid in pursuit of a mirage: it is time to wake up and follow the Ottoman tune, not across any bridges to anywhere on 'the other side', but rather, right into the running fluidity of the generous Bosporus.