Sunday, April 26, 2015

Yilmaz Erdogan, the water diviner

while everyone is beating Russel Crowe for forgetting Armenians while remembering the thousands of Turks, English and Australians dead in another stupid war for a few miles of land, I had two hours of bliss, returning to beloved Istanbul, the city as it was during such difficult and important times, the birth of new Turkey, the begining of Kemal Atatürk. the feel of the city, the Ottoman feel, the mind, the architecture, the verdant gardens, teas and coffees, food, customs and falling on ones' knees inside the Blue Mosque. what a treat. I could watch it again and again. the acting was not bad at all, the story made sense, it's a beautiful and significant entertainment kind of movie (guy, girl, drama, love). teşekkürler, is all I could say.



"Gallipoli, indeed, is remarkable for its aftermaths. So much flowed from that acrid, flyblown, and relatively brief campaign. Even if you leave aside Australia and New Zealand, we are left with the Irish question; the 1st Battalion Dublin Fusiliers, for instance, went ashore in April, 1915, with a thousand and twelve men. The number who came back again, at the start of the following year, was eleven. How sacrifice of that kind played into the turmoil of revolutionary politics back in Ireland, and in the fraught formation of the Irish Free State, is something into which historians will doubtless continue to delve. Then there are the military lessons; anyone planning the storming of beaches in Normandy, say, in 1944, will have been acutely aware of mistakes made in comparable situations in the Dardanelles. As for personal fortunes, some fell—those of Winston Churchill, say, then First Lord of the Admiralty, who prophesied “the end of the Turkish menace,” but who found his own reputation damaged almost beyond repair by the fiasco. By May, 1915, he had lost his job. By contrast, the career of Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, an enterprising young lieutenant-colonel in the Ottoman Fifth Army, was enhanced; from here he would rise not merely to political heights but to the creation—and the Presidency—of an independent Turkey.", na New Yorker.

e bem me parecia que já tinha visto Yilmaz antes, nesse filme inesquecível - para mim - era uma vez na Anatólia. noutra vida é para essas estradas que vou.
(director, actor, poet of Kurdish descent)

 

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