Sobre la hierba seca

Turkish director Nuri Bilge Ceylan is probably the most confrontationally ambitious filmmaker working today. This doesn't necessarily make him the best. Indeed, there are times when you can feel him reaching for a greatness that the likes of Arichitapong Weerasthakul or Bela Tarr make seem easy. Nonetheless, Ceylan takes on the "Big Themes" with a Herculean boldness. He's the "old school great film artist" of today. His work sometimes feels like it belongs more in the era of Bergman or Bresson than today, but that doesn't make it any less impressive.

Ceylan's new film, "About Dry Grasses", is one of his best. The main character, Samet (played by Deniz Celiloglu in an at times overly intense performance), incarnates many of Ceylan's consistent concerns. Like many of the director's characters he is a secular intellectual, or at least he is striving to be one, to throw off the non-secular culture around him. In this, these characters reflect Turkey itself, a predominantly geographically and culturally Asian, Muslim nation that, since the inception of its modern state, has openly striven to become a secular, European one. He thinks too much, which is not to say too well, but this thoughtfulness is often a disguise or an excuse for a resentful selfishness.

Indeed, Samet is one of Ceylan's least likable main characters. At times, his actions disgust us. But the wisdom of the film comes with the acknowledgement that the decisions made by this quasi-anti-villain do not, in fact, amount to actual villainy. Samet is not who he, or we, wish him to be. But neither is humanity, or the world it inhabits. Time, the fact that life literally goes on despite our intentions, bestows on the living the transformative ability to apologize and forgive. (Hannah Arendt would, I think, have liked this movie.)

Ceylan is one of cinema's greatest landscape artists. Although "About Dry Grasses" consists mostly of interiors, the exterior scenes are breath taking. The small village Samet teaches in is supposed to be bleak and ugly and in some sense it is. But there is a sublimity to the revelation of these monotonous snow-scapes. Ceylan's landscapes give his films a singularly sensual quality. A viewer feels the chill of the town and the relief of a building with central heating or, to a less relieving degree, a fire, stove, or cup of hot tea. When winter finally breaks it seems a kind of existential reprieve.

One last note, while this is very much Samet's story, Celiloglu's is not the film's best performance. That goes to the Cannes-award-winning Merve Dizdar, whose performance is as smoldering as that of Celiloglu's, but also decidedly more restrained. The supporting cast, including young Ece Bagci, are generally excellent.

It's a character drama about truth and lies in modern times in rural Eastern Turkey during a harsh winter. It follows various teachers who are required to work in a remote area before transferring to more desirable urban locations. Samet (Deniz Celiloglu) is a fourth-year art teacher in primary school who can't wait to transfer out. His friend, Kenan (Musab Ekici), is his housemate and a fellow teacher. Samet seems to be popular with his students, especially Sevim (Ece Bagci), an attractive grade-eight student to whom he has given presents. Initially, we learn of the rigidity and bureaucratic nature of the educational system through Samet's interactions with his superintendent, Bekir (Onur Berk Arslanoglu) and the Director of Education (Yildirim Gucuk).

One day, the school administration confiscates a love letter that Sevim has written, and Samet comes into possession of it, though he claims to Sevim that he has destroyed it. Her distrustful reaction creates difficulties both for Samet and Kenan.

A distraction for Samet and Kenan is Nuray (Merve Disdar), a female teacher at a nearby school who lost a leg in a terrorist bombing some years before. Samet and Kenan are interested in Nuray, though both are devious in their procedures. Throughout, there are lengthy conversations about how to make the most impact on the world, with the apparent options being risking action or sitting back and observing with a cynical eye.

The Roger Ebert reviewer called "About Dry Grasses" "steadily paced, richly intellectual, and absorbingly acted." I found it pretentious, at least an hour too long at three hours and twenty minutes, and trapped in too many plot ambitions. Celiloglu, Bagci, and Disdar perform very well, though one conversation between Samet and Nuray is interminable. I suspect the subtitle translation is not the best; some Turkish speakers in the audience, when I watched, heard humorous references not reflected in the subtitles.

An absolute masterpiece! I'm tempted to give it five stars, but I'll determine that upon rewatch. About Dry Grasses is a powerful, albeit quiet tale that explores the pursuit of meaning and the lack of control in life, told from the singular lens of a bored and self-absorbed man trapped in a teaching position. In its bloated three-hour runtime, Ceylan seems to simulate the monotonous quality of rural life and brings an authentic personality and candidness to the characters by means such as using minimal music, featuring prolonged scenes, etc. Some might consider this relentless realism as boring, but the script isn't short of emotionally riveting moments and has a slight wittiness and humorousness in the dialogue that makes it very entertaining to sit through. Obviously, all the performances are tremendous and the beautiful cinematography highlights the alienation and oppression that characters must feel. Especially with Deniz Celiloglu, who threads a fine line between angst and friendliness yet always earns the audience's empathy despite his questionable behaviour. More than a mere narrative, About Dry Grasses serves as a profound character study, beckoning us into Samet's psyche, while simultaneously encouraging us to critique him. Ultimately, About Dry Grasses works as a film about the fragility of friendship, the perils of narcissism and serves as a cautionary tale on not letting our human nature detract from our appreciation of life. This is definitely one of the best films of 2023 that I've watched so far, and also one of the most underrated.

Once again, N. B. Ceylan has presented a magnificent gift to his audience and all cinema-lovers.

Ceylan, successfully following some essential footsteps of his former movies "Winter Sleep" and "The Wild Peer Tree", portraits the crises of restricted lives of (dazzlingly perfomed) characters feeling stuck in a provincial region of Turkey. It is even possible to call these movies a trilogy on masculinity, conflicts of intellectual class, "banality of evil" (as Hannah Arendt calls) and anti-heroes stuck in provincial stability, seeking for so-called "a better life elsewhere."

Regarding the visual narration of the movie, it is obvious that Ceylan has embraced a number of innovation on designing the visual aspects of the story; moving cameras, short-cuts for dialogue scenes etc. Nevertheless, the movie also preserves the beauty of Ceylan's well-known photographic cinema language.

Still, "Onca Upon A Time in Anatolia", among the works of N. B. Ceylan, is a cinematic top to me. And surely it is an extemely high bar for not only Turkish cinema. In this context, it may be asserted that "About Dry Grasses" could have easily been called a masterpiece if it belonged to any other director.

While we were patiently and curiously waiting for Merve Dizdar's award-winning performance throughout the movie, it was disappointing to encounter the parallel universe version of Gülben's character in Masumlar Apartment, or even less. I think many viewers will agree that Ece Bagci did a more impressive and convincing job in terms of art with her performance as Sevim. I guess we can say that political decisions have once again overshadowed creativity and art.

Apart from that, when I think about Nuri Bilge Ceylan's filmography, it was a movie where I saw humorous elements that made me smile for the first time after the melon scene placed next to the corpse in the trunk in Once Upon a Time in Anatolia. But unlike Once Upon a Time in Anatolia, the dialogues of the characters felt like they were actually the director's monologue. I had the same feeling, especially in Winter Sleep and Pear Tree. The film stands out among the director's recent films in terms of flow, humor and abundance of dialogue.