It is the story of of a retired Turkish actor, married to a much younger woman whose love he has well and truly lost, living in an inherited hotel in the snow covered hills in Anatolia. They have few guests during the winter, and the Master of the House has little to do. With the backdrop inside the cave-like home, the film is a magnificent study of male hubris coupled with female disenfranchisement in modern Turkey, but it is above all a sublime drama worthy of Chekov, as the chilly, complex stripping of all pretence unfolds. Its ending, not to be disclosed, is perfectly written with a voice-over expressing all that the chauvinist male couldn't say.
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