Synopsis: The film is about the introduction of television to a small village in southeast Anatolia in 1974. Employing a tragicomic language, it tells of the efforts of Emin who is the village idiot and Nazmi who is the mayor of the village. Emin and Nazmi attempt to start the broadcasting of television in their village and face various difficulties in this process.
Genre: Comedy, Drama
110 min

in memory of... grandfather, Nazmi Erdoan

and my brother, Grdal Tosun...

in southeastern Turkey

Emin! Emin!

Yeah, what?

Cut it out!

lso, Veysi, you bastards.

Just wait till l catch you!

Stop it!

lf l fucking catch you...!

Sons of bitches!

l'll show you!


Missed it again!

lsn't it a bit too close for comfort?

Closeness inspires love,

which leads to Art.

How many girls have you

tried that line on?

Search for the answer

in my eyes.

-What a fucking stupid movie!

-Don't flip out on me!

-lt's bullshit!

-So don't watch it, idiot!

How am l supposed to know it's

bullshit without watching it? ldiot!

Keep it down!

Shut your faces and sit down!

Hello! What a coincidence!

You again.

Well, it's a public beach after all!

l'll tell that lady you stole her car.

That's enough out of you!

Go find yourself another beach!

You've utterly ruined me!

What's the big deal?

Don't cry mother.

l'll do my duty and come back.

The movie made me cry.

What's the matter?

Nothing, just hiccups.

Mother, please don't cry.

l've just been called up, that's all.

Mother, we all did it.

And l served 28 months.

Why so long?

Never mind.

lt's a bit complicated.

Weren't you caught with a woman?

Some broad?

That's no way to talk about

a married woman.

She was married, too?

-Why'd you say she was married?

l didn't. You did!

Cut it out.

Watch the movie! You too.


l told you, it's the movie.

What's there to cry about?

They won't live happily ever after.

lt's all over,

and we're together again.

Till death do us part.

lt's these false teeth, Mayor.

Food keeps getting stuck

under them.

You've gotten old, Casim.

We'll be eating helva next year

after your funeral service.

Why me?

Maybe you'll die pimp.

l still have my own teeth, codger!


But there's only a couple of months

between you.

No way! Old Casim was friends

with my late uncle.

F*ck off!

He's been dead for ten years!

See? You've got one foot

in the grave!

You're like a fossil, Casim.

We'll put you in the museum

if we get one.

No hard feelings. l was just

joking along with the others.


lf you've finished eating,

go say goodbye to your friends.

Yes, sir.

Stay away

from their mothers, though.

Don't worry, dad.

So, Rifat's doing his

military service too.

Time sure flies. l was a private in

lzmir and...

...there was this officer who...

Well, dear old Casim.

lzmir was part of the Ottoman

Empire then, wasn't it?


Turkey wasn't even

a republic back then!


Hey, Asiye!

Rifat. What are you doing?


Mother's photo!

Go! Quick!

l'm going away.

l'm going away.

l know.

You'll wait for me, won't you?

l'll wait.

What should l get you from Ankara?

What do you know about gifts?

Some men even write poetry.

All you do is chase after a ball.

l don't chase after a ball. l'll be

a football player one day. God willing.

Don't start that again.

What's that?

My scab's inside it.


Remember how l fell and skinned

my knee when we first met?

l saved the scab

because it was our wound.

l know it's silly, but...

l thought it'd be better than

giving you a picture.

You might get bored of it.

But a scab

is like a piece of my flesh.

lt'll give you a pang

every time you look at it.

ls heart-of-stone Asiye crying?

Why would l cry?

l thing a scab's a silly gift

for a girlfriend, too.

Mom's probably looking for me.

-l'll write the minute l get there.


-What do you mean, fine?

-You know. Fine.

Give me a kiss.

You know, l'm off to the army.

Not like that.

On the lips, like in the movies.

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