Dao khanong

1 of the most honest & original films I've ever watched. A meta-film trying to face the shame of seeking aesthetic pleasure, creating artsy & poetic moments which always mean a hypocrite act of deception. That's why the mosaic structure is constantly interrupted by 'real', 'flesh & blood' working class people doing the most mundane tasks, but even this is fake & loathsome, a miserable fact to be reconciled with a nebula of images leading to a serene landscape, like the world on the 7th day.

a self-deprecating work about the limitations and deceptions of the camera, its inadequacy as a window into history or cultural experience. everything is a fancy trick (cue melies), basic truths are no longer self-evident (the sky is blue only once she decides it), every mode of representation is undercut (the music video being the funniest example). a working class woman helpfully suggests the filmmaker should let her survivor-subject write her own damn story; everything else is just vanity.

25 Subat '18, ifistanbul