The Butterfly's Dream And Its Dreadful Awakening

The guy at the counter felt it was his duty to inform me that the movie was not in English. I answered rather curtly that I knew. And then he showed me the seating chart and told me I would have the cinema all by myself which I did for about fifteen minutes. Ten minutes into the movie two Arabs came. Then six Turks or Azerbaijani (probably). It was a Turkish film after all albeit dubbed in Arabic which was rather disappointing. I know, I know. I wouldn't have understood either way and would still have to rely on the subtitles but the poetry would have resonated with me in a different manner, something peculiarly holistic to a Turkish experience.

And so it went that it was overwrought. Like dying of consumption. Like poetry in this film rather than a film which is poetic.

6/10