German bassist Alexander Hacke orders beers and commits various other leather-coated acts in Istanbul. There are some idiots and some beautiful traditional musicians and an awesome singer of Kurdish balads. Some of this is sublime but the film and our friend Alex is annoying. E.g. a beautiful shot of dusk over the Bosphorus – ah here’s the leather-coated silhouette of Hacke walking across it – just so we know he WAS ACTUALLY THERE. And why do they, even in the middle of the most beautiful songs, give us voice-over commentaries and other stuff?

This is certainly a film and a half. Different people’s vengeance, mostly upon the same child murderer. Our heroine’s the most full bloodied but mixed with her own guilt. The other parents (of the murdered children) a strange awkward bewildered thing though they still took their turn at stabbing our two-dimensional object of revenge. It has a beautiful last scene of three figures and a white cake frozen as the snow falls and as a Vivaldi aria is sung.