Lsst night, Dennis and I went to one of the SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival)'s movies (there's only about 400 of them). Honey (Bal, original title) is a Turkish movie about a young boy and his relationship with his parents, mainly his father. The family lives in a remote beautiful area of Turkey. His father harvests honey in the forest. The father dies in an accident. Beautiful movie, you take it away with you and think about it the next day. Not much is said and not much happens. But everything happens. Rich sounds of the forest and stunning cinematography. The young actor playing the boy, intense and soulful.
The movie does pass the Bechdel Test. The grandmother is a muslim nun who gather and read the Koran. The mother talks to the grandmother about her worry when the husband does not return and her need to search. That is talking about a man, but really talking about the future of the family.
Sold out movie. Silence at the end, as if everybody remained in their internal place with the little boy who wanders out into the forest and sleeps in the root of a tree.
We met our friends Mary Ann and Pat, saw the movie together and then went out for coffee afterwards. Like a real social event, imagine?
First shot from a film site showing the father and son (who had a tremendously tender relationship with each other) and the pretty mocha afterward.
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