

About Dry Grasses

A young art teacher hopes to be transferred to Istanbul after completing his mandatory duty in a remote village school in Anatolia. After accusations of inappropriate contact with a student surface, his hopes of escape fade and he descends further into an existential crisis.
>I once took care of another villager's cows. Later, he came over and shot my dog.
>Why?
>He's human. It's his nature.
Like a savings account: you'll get your return on investment and leave a richer person but it's gonna take a while.
They should've called this film 'Great Fucking Movie' because when I saw the actual title I was expecting some art film about a child and butterfly in Turkmenistan and not this subtle but powerful character study of a shitty human.
I was on the edge of my seat for the entire 3-hour 17-minute run time even though nothing was really happening other than every layer of my skin being pulled back and exposing me.
The film is long enough to make the viewer feel they know what it's like to be a primary school teacher stuck in a remote Turkish village and to be a really shitty person.
Beautiful filmmaking.