THE THINGS YOU KILL (2025) Directed & Written by Alireza Khatami / Cinematographer: Bartosz Swiniarski (1.85 : 1) / Design: Meral Aktan / Editors: Alireza Khatami & Selda Taskin / Acted by: Ekin Koç, Erkan Koçak Köstendil, Hazar Ergüclü, Ercan Kesal / Countries of origin: France, Poland, Canada, Turkey / Distributor: Cineverse Entertainment / Not rated / Length: 114 min.
A taut slow-burner from Alireza Khatami in which the flame on the fuse inches gradually toward the bomb, never quite reaching it — until it finally does, in an explosive illustration of the title. Ali (Ekin Koç), a university professor who has just returned to his native Turkey after 14 years spent teaching in the United States, is torn between a rapidly deteriorating mother and a brute of a father who refuses to let his ailing wife live with his son. Nothing thrills more than a director toying with convention: how many times have characters rifled through a drawer in search of a pen, only to happen across the murder weapon upon which the plot hinges? Others might use the device as a hook upon which to hang a climax. Not Khatami. The gun Ali finds taped inside the lid of his mother’s septic tank as he’s trying to fix it is not the murder weapon, but rather a bit of character shading, something to introduce dreadful dad Hamit (Ercan Kesal), a guy who doesn’t exactly go to great lengths to make his wife’s demise out to be an accident. Enraged by the suspicious circumstances that surround her death, Ali begins to think his dad has murdered his wife of 50 years. Up until that point, it’s a thriller that would haVe made James Cain proud. But then it skips off track into a dystopian macho Lynch-land — Ali and his handyman/henchman (Erkan Kolçak Köstendil) become interchangeable — never to return. But it’s not all radioactive narrative strategy: self-reflexive frames within frames, no matter how handsomely executed, do little more than draw attention. Even at their most inscrutable, Buñuel and Lynch always made sense on their own terms. Khatami has plenty of time to catch up with his teachers. So do we. It’s only his third feature. You didn’t really think you were going to call it quits after one viewing? Rating: ****
Now playing at the Digital Gym.
THE THINGS YOU KILL (2025) Directed & Written by Alireza Khatami / Cinematographer: Bartosz Swiniarski (1.85 : 1) / Design: Meral Aktan / Editors: Alireza Khatami & Selda Taskin / Acted by: Ekin Koç, Erkan Koçak Köstendil, Hazar Ergüclü, Ercan Kesal / Countries of origin: France, Poland, Canada, Turkey / Distributor: Cineverse Entertainment / Not rated / Length: 114 min.
A taut slow-burner from Alireza Khatami in which the flame on the fuse inches gradually toward the bomb, never quite reaching it — until it finally does, in an explosive illustration of the title. Ali (Ekin Koç), a university professor who has just returned to his native Turkey after 14 years spent teaching in the United States, is torn between a rapidly deteriorating mother and a brute of a father who refuses to let his ailing wife live with his son. Nothing thrills more than a director toying with convention: how many times have characters rifled through a drawer in search of a pen, only to happen across the murder weapon upon which the plot hinges? Others might use the device as a hook upon which to hang a climax. Not Khatami. The gun Ali finds taped inside the lid of his mother’s septic tank as he’s trying to fix it is not the murder weapon, but rather a bit of character shading, something to introduce dreadful dad Hamit (Ercan Kesal), a guy who doesn’t exactly go to great lengths to make his wife’s demise out to be an accident. Enraged by the suspicious circumstances that surround her death, Ali begins to think his dad has murdered his wife of 50 years. Up until that point, it’s a thriller that would haVe made James Cain proud. But then it skips off track into a dystopian macho Lynch-land — Ali and his handyman/henchman (Erkan Kolçak Köstendil) become interchangeable — never to return. But it’s not all radioactive narrative strategy: self-reflexive frames within frames, no matter how handsomely executed, do little more than draw attention. Even at their most inscrutable, Buñuel and Lynch always made sense on their own terms. Khatami has plenty of time to catch up with his teachers. So do we. It’s only his third feature. You didn’t really think you were going to call it quits after one viewing? Rating: ****
Now playing at the Digital Gym.