The police beat him cruelly every time they catch him in a hot car, but between the cold and a streak of wildness, Mahsun just won’t quit. He owes the owner of a tea shop for 500 teas, and finally gets a job there cleaning the toilets, and a bed to sleep in. His attraction to a young heroin addict (Aysen Aydemir) is cruelly repaid, and through a misadventure with her he manages to lose even the little security he has.
This would be an unbearably bleak tale if helmer Zaim and hound dog-faced stage thesp Ugurlu didn’t turn the hapless, perhaps feeble-minded Mahsun into an icon of human resistance. Zaim is always reaching out for mixed emotions, as in one tragicomic scene where a hungry Mahsun climbs over the wall of a fort to steal and roast a peacock put there to delight the tourists. A few graphic moments of police brutality and a needle going into an arm sting audiences awake to the film’s bottom-line reality.
A fine cast all around and a sober shooting style keep the film from looking cheap, though it’s clear there wasn’t much spare footage lying around the editing room. Tech credits are good, though.