film fest

the worst thing about not being in istanbul is missing the film festival. each film festival was special for me. first it was with esra. skipping school and ending up in horrible films to which we would drag our moms. elvis the pelvis or whatever it was called, that terrible film from which i can only remember the lines "nietzsche is dead: god". haha so funny. my mother hated it, too. and for a little while we had to act a bit less snobbish about our superior tastes and finding the "hit" films, without even knowing.
then a stressful time with the university examinations, only saw 2 films that year (ghost dog and all about my mother). and they were worth the stress of not solving tests, or not going to dersane.
then with ali. seeing the same people. then ali me and sibel. fun but ali and I were not really getting along then. then me ali and sibel but this time I was taking mithat bey's lifechanging cinema courses. acquiring tastes. discussing the films with likeminded individuals.
now me here in binghamton, watching films from my laptop trying to forget how miserable i am in terms of film experience. cannot talk to anyone about moodysson, jarmusch, almodovar, alain delon, nanni moretti, antonioni, amenebar, spring, summer, autumn, winter and again spring..., swamp, dog days, chabrol, weather underground.
ali called just now and helped me remember the films that captured us. we would go to at least 3 films on weekends (when we were younger of course)
and of course, with esra we always ran out of money, and did not ask for it from our moms, god knows why. we sold film tickets to buy something to eat and find a shelter from the rain.
we always ran the risk of missing the 10.30 sessions on sundays.
we recognized everyone by the end of two weeks.
sibel me and ali became a really good group, except one time can kurtulus sat next to sibel at that film swamp and would not stop talking, poor sibel could not follow the film.
and one time as an audience collective at one of those midnight double films, we laughed like crazy. seeing the bad guy from amenebar's thesis in the first scene of open your eyes, as that character later on played by tom cruise in vanilla sky.
then sometimes I would force my mother and take her to evening sessions. she took her friends, generally oya, zubeyde, huseyin, evsen with her. so I would have to reserve 6 seats beforehand, making the reservation process even more complicated.
sometimes mithat bey would offer to take one of us from the class to 7.30, and as fools, we had things to do!

whoever experienceth that festivity of moving pictures shalt know.(irmak,exegesis: 1)
whoever misseth that chance shalt forever be in loss. (irmak, exegesis: 2)