Yusuf, a Turkish political prisoner who was sentenced to jail in 1997 as a university student aged 22, is released on health grounds ten years later. Having lost the best years of his life, he returns to his childhood home in a mountain village in the eastern Black Sea region. Yusuf is welcomed only by his sick and elderly mother, his father having died while he was in jail and his older sister having married and moved away to the city. Economic factors mean that the village is now populated almost exclusively by old people, the only person of his own age that Yusuf finds is his childhood friend Mikail.
As autumn slowly gives way to winter, Yusuf goes with Mikail to a tavern where he meets Eka, a beautiful young Georgian girl who earns a living by prostitution. But neither the timing nor the circumstances are right for these two people from different worlds to be together – love becomes a final desperate attempt to grasp life and elude loneliness, for Yusuf at least. For Eka, Yusuf is something like a character from the pages of a Russian novel – a character who inhabits a faraway world and a faraway time. Their relationship explores and compares the dreams, frustrations and the pains of two people, one of whom has spent ten years of his life in prison because of his socialist ideology, and the other who suffers from the after-effects of that same ideology.
The film also provides a cultural glimpse into the simple life of the people living in this region of the Black Sea. In the mountain village time seems to stand still, or at least to advance very slowly, and this impression skilfully contrasts the destiny of Yusuf, who having been released from prison due to severe illness, has returned to his home to die. But although Yusuf is trying to come to terms with himself, he does not seem to belong in this external world where people have problems other than politics.
With its strikingly powerful images and hypnotic musical soundtrack, Autumn is a slow-paced, minimalist and deeply moving drama exploring recent Turkish political history, the loss of idealism, and the personal perspectives of time and place.
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