The winning film of last year’s International Critics’ Week in Venice worked its way with graceful verve to become one of the season’s most remarkable debuts. It’s Istanbul, not far in the future, and the city has been plunged into darkness, yet this has little to do with the sudden power surge. Four characters, four fascinating aspects of an unsettling metropolis and of a neighbourhood undergoing a process of gentrification en route to a “new Turkey”. A mother whose son is in prison, a young female dancer, a feminist artist, and a guy whose shiftiness is written all over his face. Azra Deniz Okyay offers up a punkishly brutal pamphlet on the cost of personal freedom and the dignity of the neglected.