Very unexpected gem of a piece. Festival of Troubadours. You see a part of Turkey that is not the glitzy Istanbul or Bodrum or Izmir, etc. Some scenes reminded me of surreal locations in Gozu of Takashi Miike. It has a strange therapeutic feel to it this movie, gets you into a nihilistic mood, but still with a dash of hope somehow. Bare mountains and at times green valleys with half dried out river streams add to the melancholy. A slow, 90min ride of a son and a dying troubadour dad suddenly showing up after 25 years of disappearance. Lost love, lives and nothing but a subtle ode to Asik Veysel and maybe real Turkish spirit of innocence long lost these days.
Review of The Festival of Troubadours
