Bergmanesque tripe

OK, Chekhovian. But whatever.
I'm not bothered by the fact that it is slow, or by the fact that it's supposedly high-brow. The problem is that it is NOT deep at all. The main character is old and finds his life increasingly devoid of meaning. Oh, really? That again? So novel.

That's why I mentioned Bergman. Almost all of his films are like that. Bored intellectuals afraid of death. Oh wait, Chekhov is like that, too. Surprise, surprise. I admit, it was very novel when Chakhov was writing about it. It may have been novel when Bergman was making films about it, but he harped on for 50 odd years about the same thing. "Death is inevitable, death is inevitable... No matter how refined you are, no matter what you accomplish, death is inevitable." No *beep* Sherlock!

Anyway, we had Chekhov, we had Bergman. Isn't it time to try something new? And Ceylan did it with some of his previous films. Especially the early ones, "Kasaba" and "Clouds in May". He did it with "Once upon a time in Anatolia". But now he makes an exercise in Chekhov and gets accolades? Gimme a break...