I finally got around to watching Nuri Bilge Ceylan's Winter Sleep, a fantastic and destructive Chekhovian-inspired opus of a motion picture. It's the emotional equivalent of an old, troubled soul stuck in limbo, lounging in a creaky cabin, completely hypnotized by a roaring fire on a cold, starry night; the further and further you hone in on the dancing flames, the more your mind wanders, recalling past conversations, relationships, fears, quarrels, and once it all surfaces, you're suddenly made aware of your own mortality. I could watch this movie every single night.
Winter Sleep (dir. Nuri Bilge Ceylan)
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