ne of
Turkey's most poetic and honored directors, Omer Kavur, died
on 12 May 2005 at the age of 61. For years Kavur has been
battling lymph node cancer, but continued to make films
through 2003 when his "Karsilasma" (Encounter) was premiered
to critical acclaim.
Born in Ankara in 1944, Kavur studied film at the Sorbonne
in Paris in the late 1960s, began making documentary films,
and in 1979 made his first feature, "Yusuf and Kenan." Since
then he made a remarkable series of visually complex,
powerful narratives that have common themes of memory and
illusion. "Motherland Hotel" in 1986 gradually turns into a
sequence of imagined encounters seamlessly linked to
reality. The next year, in "The Night Journey," a film
director roams across the Anatolian landscape mixing images
from his film-to-be-made with the people he encounters.
With “The Secret Face” in 1991 Kavur vaulted into a mythic
world of yearning and self-discovery. Scripted by Turkish
modern novelist Orhan Pamuk, “The Secret Face” resonates
with echoes of Chretien de Troyes and Richard Wagner, a
Parsifal quest in our own time.
“The Secret Face” is breathtaking, but is exceeded by his
next film “Journey on the Hour Hand” which Kavur completed
in 1997. Again there is a meticulous, almost documentary
attention to details which roots the film in “reality.” But
in “Journey” we discover a world where time can stop, and
even fold back upon itself, with events and characters
repeating their previous lives, loves, deaths. Again a
clockmaker is the protagonist who repairs instruments that
measure time.
Both “The Secret Face” and “Journey on the Hour Hand” are
passionate love stories that contain fantastic elements, a
benign association (or a cult?) in the former, and the
folded fabric of time in the latter. In most other respects
they occupy the same world we live in, with such details as
automobiles, telephones, television, trains, etc. The
fantastic elements are introduced early, or very late, but
in an understated way that is matter-of-fact, something that
is accepted by Kavur’s protagonists. And thus accepted by
us.
The presence of clocks—public clocks in civic buildings and
individual timepieces—is a signature motif for Kavur. Within
the Turkish context they are also an emblem of the new era.
Scores of clocktowers were erected at the end of the
nineteenth century. Like the cinema and the airplane, they
shaped the development of modern Turkish culture.
Finally, and one hopes this applied to Kavur himself, his
later films end on a note of bliss, of acceptance. The
different quests of his films end with his protagonists
fulfilled, having found their way through “lost lands,
forgotten towns.” And survival, beyond death; as Kerem (in
“Journey on the Hour Hand”) writes in his diary, “feelings
never die.”
Kavur had an in-person retrospective at Anthology Film
Archives in November 2000, followed by a tour of his films
to several American cities. His films were shown at Cannes
and many international film festivals. He is survived by his
wife Selma.