There is a quote from Vonnegut in the beginning of the movie - something about the importance of not being satisfied with reality only - that, I think, is what the director is trying to say. This is fine, but at the end of it I would like to know what it was all about.
Part John Woo, part Godard, part Resnais and all nonsense, the film seems like a half-hearted homage to many styles. However, there was a poetic violent beauty to Hard-Boiled, a strong, if playful, philosophical discourse to Alphaville, and a beguiling personal statement about memory in Last Year at Marienbad. There is no substance to Polis.
The director shows talent for film making and an obvious love of cinema, but there is no insight in this film. The whole thing is a mishmash of styles thrown together with no rhyme or reason. It reminds me of the stone thrown into a well by the madman in the Turkish proverb. The joke is on anyone who tries to make sense of the act. Two of the best actors of modern Turkish cinema are wasted in this woeful, pretentious effort.
Part John Woo, part Godard, part Resnais and all nonsense, the film seems like a half-hearted homage to many styles. However, there was a poetic violent beauty to Hard-Boiled, a strong, if playful, philosophical discourse to Alphaville, and a beguiling personal statement about memory in Last Year at Marienbad. There is no substance to Polis.
The director shows talent for film making and an obvious love of cinema, but there is no insight in this film. The whole thing is a mishmash of styles thrown together with no rhyme or reason. It reminds me of the stone thrown into a well by the madman in the Turkish proverb. The joke is on anyone who tries to make sense of the act. Two of the best actors of modern Turkish cinema are wasted in this woeful, pretentious effort.