At thirty, and in prison Murat can’t shake his memories and nightmares. He has internalized his mom’s childhood traumas as if his own. His mom expected him to grow up and to save her, while his father, married to another woman, wanted to make a man out of him at age seven. His circumcision festivity, a night supposedly organized for his joy became his hell.
Idris, who has made a habit of coming home late, comes home early that day. He sees his wife trying to wipe the lipstick off of her lips, and at the same time, the window of the house is open in a cloudy sky. The feeling of doubt has already begun to gnaw through Idris like a bed bug.
In a stark and unsettling exploration of societal apathy, the film serves as a chilling metaphor for the detachment of contemporary society. As parallel narratives unfold, the movie forces viewers to confront the consequences of their own indifference to human suffering in a world where brutality and inaction blur the boundaries between the outside world and our own lives.
