Aslı Özge didn't know if she wanted to make an accusing documentary or a fictional drama about her dad. Eventually it became a shallow, lukewarm fast-food parody about life as a wealthy 90-year-old landlord in Istanbul who can't catch up with the speed and transformation of the corrupt city/regime.
Might have liked it if it wasn't in the same melodramatic, soap-opera-like, camp-ish tone as almost any piece of art that touches upon the destructive nature of Turkey's Status Quo. A tone so bitterly blaming the "elite" without any sense of individual responsibility or self-efficacy. Just feeling tired of this crybaby mentality and I'm saying this as someone who has a Turkish family and lived in İstanbul just recently.
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