Movie Review: Tamam Miyiz (Are We OK?)

Stumbled upon this movie on Youtube during one of my usual forays of interesting stuff to watch, you know, beyond the usual Fail and Crash videos. I decided to just sit back and enjoy the thing.

The story to me in essence is about 2 people finding each other and then realising the value of how ones life can positively impact another. The delivery of this is done through a somewhat difficult to believe (forgive my logical head) dream sequence, where the protagonist, Temmuz, dreams of a young boy asking to find him. 

Temmuz, an artist who seems to be living a carefree and almost bohemian no-fucks-to-give lifestyle is stuck in an artistic rut, stemming from complicated relationship with his parents and significant other. 

Then on day, while with his agent/best friend, he sees the same exact boy in his dream, a disabled one at that, being wheeled around by an elderly woman. This shocks him into action and he shadows them to find a means to introduce himself.

Thoroughly intrigued, Temmuz devises a way to segue himself into their lives as a social work volunteer, offering a regular book reading session to the boy to answer the burning questions in his mind. 

The story arc picks up when Temmuz finally commences their reading session when Ihsan, the boy, pointblank asks him what does he want from them. Cornered, Temmuz decides to come clean and explain about his haunting dream. Surprised as Ihsan was, he accepts Temmuz's offer, in return for a favour - to be killed, so that in death he can meet God to ask if God loved him at all to have created him that way. What ensues after is the beginning of a unique relationship between the two and all those closest to them. 

I wont be spoiling the movie more than I already have, but I must declare that the movie had such a powerful impact on me I dwelled on it for days. 

The actors playing Temmuz and Ihsan respectively were very effective in their roles. I particularly appreciated how Ihsan, the disabled boy was the one who appeared emotionally stronger and centred despite his apparent situation and Temmuz the rich spoiled artiste being shaped by his encounter with Ihsan. It is a wonderful hypothesis of how one person can deeply affect another. 

As their relationship progresses, the spectre of Ihsan's request looms closer  as the dynamic of their shared passion and vigour grows. We are then confronted with the truth of Ihsan's desire contrasted against Temmuz unfocused approach to life.

The tale culminates in a heart pounding crescendo that will forever change their lives. I ended the movie feeling out of sorts and questioning if any of us could ever be in either Temmuz's or Ihsan's figurative shoes,

Of course, the film is not without its failings - the pacing, the supporting characters, and the general feeling of how convenient it all seemed, does affect the believability of the story. The sometimes cartoony CGI employed also detracted from the moment. The actors Deniz Celiloglu and Aras Bulut Iynemli to me, carried the entire emotional heft of the movie between themselves. Deniz keeping Temmuz's heart on the backburner and Aras displaying all using only his face and expressive eyes. 

Another bit I found to be worth of note is the Turkish language used in the film adds so much beauty, at moments sounding Arabic (or Abrahamaic in origin) and in others more aurally Hindi. It just rolls off their mouths with no jarring sounds and just flows into the balmy, sun-tinged videography.

For the time being, the movie can be found on YouTube and watched for free on the YT panel above or this link - https://youtu.be/WWam8jRDiwc . Feel free to view it and tell me what you think. 

I definitely consider this one of my favourite movie. 

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Ode To Love

It all started some years ago, with those deep caring eyes. Bereft of the ability and will to live, she found me and took me into her arms. It was a strange sensation, feeling her warmth against me, for a moment it felt it wrong, somehow that I was undeserved of such kindness. If there ever was a need to prove the existence of God, that moment, and the comfort I felt then, would be good for a thousand sureties…

I peeked from under sleepy lids, her languorous movement getting off the bed, in her almost playful mix of sloth and sunshine. As always, her measured gait will slowly blossom to her usual bounce, so full of joy.

I hear the pitter patter of the shower shortly after and soon she was already getting dressed. She threw on her black pantsuit, with her new slightly lacy white top and I get the feeling today is going to be a wonderful day again for her. She always seems to come back home all abuzz and gleeful when she puts on this persona of hers.

Of course by now, I am finally awake, albeit still stretched out on the bed. She finally slung her oversized black crocodile leather tote and floated off to the kitchen. Comforted by her lingering scent, I rolled back and decided a few more Zzzzs wouldn’t really hurt.

I can hear her in the kitchen, taking her glass of juice, crunching her cereals and of course of her washing her dry cereals down with a half glass of milk, one of her adorable quirks. Then, as sure as she has done hundreds of time, she will lovingly set my breakfast on the table for me.

A few moments later, she would be calling out her goodbye for the day and I would be left all alone again. Parting, even for only half a day is hard, but I take refuge in the fact she will be home by dinner and we would be able to just bask in each others presence.

In the mean time, I do whatever needs be done, starting with my breakfast that she has set for me. There are moments when I still wonder what exactly it was that I did in my life to be blessed with such kindness and luck. I guess God does have a plan for me and I am thankful for this blessing.

It is true what they say, time flies when you are tied up with tasks. I almost hadn’t notice the click at the door signaling her return if it wasn’t for her intoxicating perfume. Oh how I love this Venus of mine. I rushed to meet her at the door, where we cuddled a bit and I stole the opportunity to plant wet sloppy kisses on her cheek.

Soon after a luxuriously indulgent bath, she rejoined me in the hall for our favourite show. Tonight’s episode was particularly good, where our belligerent child of a doctor managed to solve yet another medical conundrum and at the same time learns a humbling lesson on how he carelessly hurts those who love him. I have no wonder at all in me as to why the show has garnered such rave reviews. We both love the show to pieces.

We ate a late dinner together, quietly this time, as she had to finish up some work on her laptop. People would say that working on your computer while at dinner is rude, but this woman can do no wrong in my eyes, not since she also surprises me with occasional toe tickles.

And soon the magic of the Sandman was starting to take hold of us. We adjourned to the bed room for slumber to celebrate a wonderfully ordinary day. We said our prayers and lay on white crisp linens next to each other, a mixture of contentment and comfort, as we waited for the fog of sleep to drift over us.

She stroked my cheeks, my supine form and even my belly as a goodnight gesture. Oh how I desperately love this woman. Breathing ever so gently, I purred my goodnight to her before sleep took us both.

Inspired by old memories and current tails from feline friends and animal lovers everywhere.