For the first time I was seeing Nuri bilge ceylan’s classic, ONCE UPON A TIME IN ANATOLIA, and for the first time I understood that it is not at all necessary for a good film to be accompanied by orchestral music, especially at a time when music with all it’s power indulges in every nook and corner of a film to make it better or at many times poor. But I am not underrating the power of music, without which Angelo poulse’ classics should not have happened with such effect that it have now or I can cite many such giants who have used music such a vehicle of emotion in their monumental works. Nuri Bilge Ceylan had declined to accept the convenience of an age old attachment, and he proved that it is still possible to make it effective.
Once upon a time, in Anatolia, a murder occurred, and the officials were in search of the corpse hidden somewhere in the deserted expanse of the country side of Anatolia. The team comprised of the police chief, surgeon , some policemen and the murder suspect himself, who in his inebriated state, cannot recognize the spot where he had hidden/interred the corpse(!). the spiral roads with two or three light spots of the moving vehicles is the only thing what we view from far away . there were no other things in the vicinity. Ceylan makes every talk audible to the audience, even when the vehicles were far away. Unrealistic, but effective. During this travel, the personal life of many of them were enfolded, the daily hypocrisies , the pit falls, love and hatred and even a premonitory death was specified, which according to the surgeon should have been an example of suicide, because heart attack can also be induced by the use of certain drugs. Finally the exact spot located, the body exhumed and the other proceedings were done along with the autopsy/postmortem. Actually the final sequence was breath taking. The surgeon, standing alongside the butcher who disembowels the corpse, giving detailed notes about the disemboweled body, with some blood occasionally sprayed on to his countenance , occasionally viewing the landscape outside, wherein he sees the bereaved wife and child of the dead, departing from the premises, with the bag of dresses of the dead, supplied to them by the authorities at the time of autopsy. The film ends there.
Ceylan’s film do not have any deep intellectual contents, or heavy weight philosophies. It is simply simple and marvelous.
Once upon a time, in Anatolia, a murder occurred, and the officials were in search of the corpse hidden somewhere in the deserted expanse of the country side of Anatolia. The team comprised of the police chief, surgeon , some policemen and the murder suspect himself, who in his inebriated state, cannot recognize the spot where he had hidden/interred the corpse(!). the spiral roads with two or three light spots of the moving vehicles is the only thing what we view from far away . there were no other things in the vicinity. Ceylan makes every talk audible to the audience, even when the vehicles were far away. Unrealistic, but effective. During this travel, the personal life of many of them were enfolded, the daily hypocrisies , the pit falls, love and hatred and even a premonitory death was specified, which according to the surgeon should have been an example of suicide, because heart attack can also be induced by the use of certain drugs. Finally the exact spot located, the body exhumed and the other proceedings were done along with the autopsy/postmortem. Actually the final sequence was breath taking. The surgeon, standing alongside the butcher who disembowels the corpse, giving detailed notes about the disemboweled body, with some blood occasionally sprayed on to his countenance , occasionally viewing the landscape outside, wherein he sees the bereaved wife and child of the dead, departing from the premises, with the bag of dresses of the dead, supplied to them by the authorities at the time of autopsy. The film ends there.
Ceylan’s film do not have any deep intellectual contents, or heavy weight philosophies. It is simply simple and marvelous.
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