Time to Love

Apparently, this is a film that merely exists to taunt me. It's like my monkey's paw, for always complaining that Turkish cinema is too dry and dreary. Time to Love is anything but that, but the result isn't that much better. It feels like an amateur attempt to recreate the Nouvelle Vague in Turkey, and while somewhat interesting, it's also incredibly bad.

While on a job, Halil falls in love with the painting of a woman. He adores the artwork so much that he often returns to the villa to admire the painting. One day, the woman in the painting turns up at the villa, and she instantly falls in love with Halil. He isn't swayed by her advances though, as he firmly believes he only loves her image in the painting.

The performances are terrible, the cinematography feels uncertain and the music is an absolute assault on the ears. I swear there were moments when you could hear someone put on a vinyl. The film is quirky though and it deserves points for being different. I liked none of it, but at least it kept me interested in seeing the next scene. Time to Love is pretty bad, but never boring.