Ceylan's own growing reputation will, I hope, continue to grow. He uses the realistic film as an avenue to what lies around and beyond the realism.

It runs 157 minutes, and I can't say you don't feel them. You do - but in the way you would, reading a very good book in an uncomfortable chair.

A movie of such dark, smoldering intensity that it's easy to forget that half of it takes place in near darkness.

The restrained poetry of the slow-motion cinema unfolds a very cold, yet equally chilling, existential anguish. [Full review in Spanish]