I Don’t Believe In You But Then There Is Gravity
A Sunday in a high-rise building in Istanbul. Some only hear their own voice, and some in their loud silence. The day is shadowed by an unexpected event.
Umut Subaşı
Director
Umut Subaşı
Writer
A Sunday in a high-rise building in Istanbul. Some only hear their own voice, and some in their loud silence. The day is shadowed by an unexpected event.
Ayşe, Ali, Mehmet and Zeynep are middle-class millennials struggling to make ends meet in Istanbul. Either still living with their parents or hardly getting by without help from their families, they are all beset by similar woes: money crunch, joblessness, social isolation. In view of the world’s horrors that Zeynep enumerates in her diary entries, these are minor problems, ‘slight disasters’, but they are all-consuming, at least to the extent of making them cry in the still of the night.