AIDIYET (BELONGING, 2019)
I was left both discontented and staggered by the time Aidiyet reached its final lifeless frame. It is a film which for one, establishes a daring, yet ingenious premise that never surrenders its vision. At the same time, the film’s director, Burak Çevik, contradicts his detached recreation of an origin that inspires a pointless murder, with a lengthy mawkish second act that never feels fully realized, nor deserved.
The film begins with a black frame, and a personal narration directed towards the director’s aunt, who is one of the accomplices of a murder that is, for the most part, vaguely reasoned — which all the more makes every aspect of this re-enactment creepier. The opening twenty five minutes features no actors, but a narration over many static landscape shots, intimate interiors, and urban alienation in parts of Mersin, Izmir, and Istanbul. It is never clear if the narration is verbatim-the killer’s police statement, though every specific detail is voiced with such an impassiveness that it all feels so inexplicably mundane. What leads to the murder is a meet cute of two strangers, Onur and Pelin (the filmmaker’s aunt) during one uneventful night. The rest is a prolonging history of Onur and Pulin’s confused romance, their family dynamics, and an abrupt emotional absence from Pulin, who ultimately decides on finding someone who can assassinate her disapproving mother. In attempts to prove his love for Pulin, Onur devices a plan, volunteering as tribute.
As all of this is described in the film’s landscaped montage that reminded me of Chantel Ackerman’s devastating “News from Home”, I felt confident the film will play on within the same narrative vein. Then it transitions to a second act which boldly centers only on the first night Onur and Pelin meet. At this point of the film, this detail has been long forgotten, and when it becomes clear this is the minuscule segment of a saga in which Çevik would much rather wholeheartedly focus on, Aidiyet reverses into a potentially poignant film.
How it goes about this isn’t very convincing simply because the first act has already established Onur and Pelin’s inescapable fate, and there just isn’t enough to weigh in the actual narrative other than a few moments philandering with a banal reach for emotional transcendence. The film is so informative in its bleak tone that once we’re given the perspectives of both Onur and Pelin for that one night dalliance, Çevik has little time to justify how such a serendipitous encounter could result in the tragedy in which this entire film devices on.
The premise deserves praise, while it just so happens to also be the film’s greatest flaw. Perhaps if the film’s length were an hour longer, Onur and Pelin’s dynamic would feel more coherent. Perhaps banality would consequently shift into a more genuine unveiling of these troubled personas. What we have here are two short films, none of which I can say I loved completely but admire. Its seventy two minute runtime is mostly trying, and results in a futile climax. It features the components for a nearly perfect film, though instead we have an original film that is more about procedural expression.
That alone, makes Aidiyet a film to behold. I have not seen Çevik’s debut, The Pillar of Salt (2018), but I’m intrigued to now and see what he’ll do next.