Melis Menküer

A man arrives at a desolate hotel, its eerie silence wrapping around him like a warning. As he wanders the dimly lit corridors, he finds no sign of life, only a lone, unattended meal waiting in the dining room, which he decides to eat. By nightfall, violent illness takes hold. In a desperate search for help, he staggers through the hotel’s darkness.

Anna, a young call girl, is consumed by obsession after her regular client, Julien, disappears without a word. Trapped in the silence of her apartment, she spirals through memory and desire, replaying fragments of their past encounters. As she clings to sensations more imagined than real, the line between intimacy and illusion begins to blur. An exploration of erotic fixation and the void it leaves behind.

Birce is taking a shower alone in her house on a rainy night. The faint rattling sounds coming from the door heighten the tension in the air. She hears the sounds but is not yet sure whether her mind is playing tricks on her. The door opens; a figure in a black suit enters, his face unseen.

Salih (35), taking his son Mert (5), returns to father’s home, upon his funeral - in where he gets stuck within memories, family criticism and responsibility to his son. He justifies himself by blaming his father with whom he had a fall out but also faces the truths of becoming him and that his father loved him indeed.

A surreal chamber piece blending classical Italian cinema with gothic flair. Inspired by Balkan folktales of hidden doors, the film weaves stream-of-consciousness dialogue with symbolist imagery. Costumes, handmade by the artist and stitched with her oil paintings, wrap layered identities like Matryoshka dolls in a dreamlike theatre of the self.