Type: Mini Series
Premiering on Netflix in early 2025, Adolescence is a four-part British mini-series that is not just a crime drama; it’s also a social critique exposing the dark side of growing up in the digital age. While exploring the story of a young boy confronted with crime, the show boldly delves into parenting, psychological trauma, and the new threats emerging in the era of the internet. Devamını Oku…
When he stepped onto the stage, there was a man with a tambourine in his hand and a story to tell on his face. He came gliding through the shadows under the dim lights, greeting us with the rhythm of the tambourine and sending us off to our seats. At that very moment, we realized that we were not in an ordinary play. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Bilge Şen
Title of The Work: Faith…
Original Title: Sonbaharın Sessiz Duası
It was a warm autumn evening. The sky stretched out before my eyes like a painting where red and orange intertwined. The weather was neither too hot nor too cold; it was as if my insides had calmed down along with the season. I didn’t know that moment was a turning point in my life. How could I have known that autumn would truly be my “last spring”?
I don’t know if you remember. But that moment is still clear in my mind: The first moment my eyes met yours. The world had suddenly gone silent. Yet there was so much noise around—cars, people, the hum of the crowd… But I had closed my ears to everything and turned only to you. Without taking my eyes off you, I had whispered an “amen” to a prayer that would perhaps never come true. Silently, unnoticed.
I continued to live without knowing how that prayer would shape my life, or even grasping its importance. I had only one wish back then: To return from this world as a human being, just as I was sent from this world as a human being, having managed to remain human. But the world was taking a piece of me every passing day. My hopes, my dreams, my innocence… Silently, little by little.
What was it that diminished me? My choices, or the things I couldn’t choose?
Time was flowing relentlessly. The hour hand was chasing the minute hand, seconds were swallowing minutes. Days were merging into weeks, weeks into months. And I was slowly losing myself in this flow. As if I was waiting on the edge of great pain, but I had already sunk into its depths without realizing it. It was too late for everything. I was in the deepest place of humiliation, loneliness, and silence.
I had to do something. I felt it more and more each passing day. But I was so weak and tired… There were vines that felt like they were wrapped around my heart—not allowing me to breathe, not allowing me to feel alive. As I couldn’t breathe, I was building invisible walls between me and the world. My screams echoed inside me, I was shouting “I’m here!” But everyone’s ears were deaf. The world and those in it were lost in their own rush, their own calculations. No one had any intention of hearing me.
As I said “I have to do something,” something was slipping away from me. With everything that was diminishing inside me, I was left a little more empty. Yet I knew what I had to do by heart. The steps were clear. But I didn’t have the strength to take those steps. Something was stopping me; something inside me that was invisible but felt.
Love… Yes, it was supposedly the highest, most sacred feeling. But it was also what tired me the most. A person shouldn’t distance themselves so much because of love. Love should bring a person closer to themselves. However, as I loved you, I distanced myself. I silenced the child inside me, the dreams, the poems, the silent joys one by one. Finally, I silenced myself.
And now I’m here. In a moment suspended in the past like the echo of a prayer… Your eyes are still before mine. That autumn wind still seems to be roaming over my skin. But neither you nor I am that old me anymore.
Only silence remained. And a prayer. It did not come true but it was said sincerely.
Some of you may remember the incident or have seen it in the media. Aynur, a young woman shot by her brother in the street. Aynur’s story meets the audience in 2009 with the title “An Ordinary Woman”. The movie is a great work that tells Aynur’s story in a documentary style with real images in some places. Director Sherry Hormann shows the audience her journey of finding herself step by step with a grave death. Devamını Oku…
>oiktozian: Bilge Şen
Title of The Work: Bring Your Name
Original Title: Adını Sen Getir
I sit in front of the doner shop, watching the meat being slaughtered and the people who slaughter me pass by.
About thirty people have passed through the street, thirty different stories. I always do this, I always put other people’s stories in front of my own. I write more painful stories for them, I want to prove to myself that I am not the one who suffers the most. But in vain, does everyone enjoy this life we call a stopover? They do, watching a movie makes you happy, kissing your lover, holding your mother’s hand tightly or laughing with your friends. Devamını Oku…
