When the summer is awash in big budget special effects laden blockbusters, it’s occasionally a good thing to cleanse your cinematic palate with something more subtle and more challenging, something more about the human heart and less about explosions. To this end, I recommend the 2015 Turkish/French film, Mustang.
It’s
the feature film debut of director Deniz Gamze Erguven, and it tells the story
of five sisters living in a rural village in contemporary Turkey. The sisters
ranging in age from 17 to 12 are orphans and live with their grandmother and
uncle in a big house outside of town. The film opens on the last day of school
before summer. After saying goodbye to their teachers, they walk home with some
boys and go by way of the beach. While there, they stop and horse around for a
while. Among other things, they play chicken, getting on the shoulders of the
boys and jousting, seeing who can push who into the water. To western eyes, it
looks like sweet, innocent fun. The problems begin when the girls arrive home
and Grandma goes ballistic. A busybody from town called her to say that her
granddaughters were behaving in a positively immoral and shameful way – getting
on the shoulders of boys, getting their school uniforms wet for everyone to
see, etc. As mad as Grandma is, their uncle’s anger is worse. He forbids them
from leaving the house and begins installing gates and walls around the property
to keep the girls inside and under control. He tells them that they won’t be
going back to school and instead will just learn how to be proper young women
by taking cooking and sewing lessons from some of their female relatives.
The five sisters hate the increased repression and find ways
around it. One sister crawls down the drain pipe on the side of the house to
meet her lover in the woods. Two of them sunbathe in bikinis, resting their
feet against the very bars that keep them captive. The youngest sister, Lale,
who is the protagonist of the film, arranges for all the sisters to sneak out
to attend a big soccer match in a neighboring town. With each incident, the
uncle responds with more locks and bars and higher gates.
What at first just seems extreme and unnecessary soon
becomes nightmarish when it becomes apparent that the girls’ uncle is
systematically abusing them at night. First the older ones and then the younger
ones. The grandma knows what’s happening but also knows that, as a woman, she
has almost no power – cultural or legal – to put a stop to it. So instead, she
tries to create the one exit for her granddaughters that she can – marriage.
The older two get married off quickly – one happily, not very much not – but
the other three sisters are trapped. I won’t give away how the film ends except
to say that the sisters do not give up.
Without being didactic or preachy, the film addresses the
question of the female body, who owns it, who is responsible for it. With
almost documentary-like presentation, the film shows some of the difficulty and
horror of being a woman in a world so often dominated by men who call the
shots. The film creates great empathy for the helplessness and yet the profound
strength of these women and girls in excruciating circumstances.
The five sisters together are a force of nature. Beautiful,
defiant, smart, and irreverent, they make you wish they were your daughters.
The sequences of them joking around, comforting each other, and even just being
together as they silently lie on the floor of their room in a patch of sunlight
with nowhere to go and nothing to do – they are all organic and completely
believable. Throughout the film, their long, dark hair is obviously meant to
suggest the manes of the wild horses of the title of the film, the mustang, a
creature known both for its strength and endurance and also its unwillingness
to be tamed. Despite tragedy, repression, abuse, and neglect, the sisters in Mustang refuse to be corralled into the
unfair and hurtful expectations of the world they were born into.
If you are craving a film this summer that gives you
something to feel and to think about instead of just lame spectacle, check out Mustang.
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