The catalogue description of Overtime/Fazlamesai
got my attention at first. "Something grainy" is all I thought before
seeing it. Something that defies the clean look that the HD world
expects, and that alone, was enough for me. Once the screening
started I felt that the 8mm look and its edginess reflected the
hardships of its protagonist's lives. The camera follows them through
sweatshops and the street corners where one of males sells his body.
But their voices that accompany their trajectories show how conformed
they have become with their poor lifestyle and their fates.
Undramatic, but gripping the audience with its wonderfully shot
images, we come to understand how hopeless some of Istambul's youth
has become. The fragmentary style might disturb some spectators
who expect a straight story and a clean execution. But if film has
a surface,then this documentary reminds me that it is a surface that
we can use, and if this blog wants to be true to its name, then
Kelteks short film needs to be mentioned to say the least.
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