Distant

"Distant," that's more like a warning than a title . . . . The two leads will eventually clash, but not enough to make this offering worthy of sitting through.

There is plenty to admire here, but the movie is a gaunt affair, with something ruinously washed-out about it.

Deeply compassionate and frequently amusing, qualifying as a minor miracle of humanely observant filmmaking.

A beautifully made, unapologetically artistic piece of work.

Ultimately, it becomes a movie about the feeling of being alive, the sensation of existence. It's a movie, in a way, about everything.

Straightforward, droll, brutally honest and arresting, if somewhat stately in progress.

It is very sad but also very beautiful. (Particularly after snow flocks the gray-on-gray city.) There is one breathtaking moment, a scene involving a beached tanker in snow, that is merely the best of dozens of indelible fragments.

Ceylan's cinema affects a solipsism that leads to a heightened sense of one's own surroundings - thus creating not a slow cinema but an extremely attentive cinema.

The tale has a deceptive, emotional complexity that builds to a surprisingly heartrending impact.

He'd love to mimic Antonioni and Ozu, but Ceylan still has much to learn about crafting quiet scenes