Yasam Koçu

Comedy is a subjective art form, with varying styles and senses of humor appealing to different audiences. So, it's with a heavy heart that I report on Dogu Demirkol's latest foray into the genre, which, instead of delivering laughs, serves up a dispiriting reminder that not all jokes are equal.

Far from the clever, biting satire or the heartwarming slapstick we've come to love from Demirkol's past performances, this film falls flat with gags that not only fail to amuse but border on the tedious.

The premise, which could have been a fertile ground for comedy, involves a series of improbable and absurd events leading to Dogu's character. The storyline attempts to satirize life coach culture, yet it seems to err by trampling the very jokes it sets up into oblivion through repetition and lack of timing.

However, the real tragedy here isn't the undercooked narrative; it's the painful misuse of Demirkol's talent. We've seen him shine in roles that played to his strengths - a natural wit, an endearing awkwardness, and a talent for physical comedy that harkens back to the greats. But in this movie, his delivery is as subdued as the laughter it provokes: non-existent.

For those looking for entertainment, your time would be better spent rewatching his earlier, superior works which showcase the true range and abilities of this gifted comedian.