“The Losers Club” does not fight from the first frames with a bright national flavor – on the contrary, it begins as something quite modern with the prefix art. There are stylish titles, and many close-ups, and transitions from duoton to color, and views of the night metropolis, and a surprisingly diverse soundtrack. But the most important feature is a pair of main characters, Kaan and Mete, who do what they like, without fuming about money, prestige and reliability.
I print unsold books, make a radio program that no one listens to.
- And that's good.
Their program is reminiscent of some podcasts on the Internet: it happens that a couple of people (or even one) are talking about this, discussing the news, crippling, drinking beer, going from philosophical reflections to flat jokes, and you sit like a fascination, and listen to the whole stream of consciousness, because it does good on the soul. Here and here: two men talk about something serious and lyrical, then they are delirious, then they will be sent. However, the official nature of the transfer imposes its limitations - sometimes Kaan and Mete get hooks from the directorate for the peculiar manner of conducting the show.
What, is it necessary to swear, burp and make obscene offers to all listeners on the air?
- I don't know, don't I?
And then the popularity comes - quite suddenly, without warning. To their credit, the leading ones continue to be themselves, only the scope becomes larger: one prematurely finished - all of Turkey smoked. Someone through the transfer finds love, someone – the meaning of life. Moralphages complain, call, threaten. The management offers Kaanu and Mete to pay for their working time, but they only ask for free food and drink, and reimburse the cost of a taxi.
Do you think we are fools that refuse money?
- Do you know what we are doing?
Just like the unpredictable improvisations of the two leading Losers Clubs, the tape itself turned out: it jumps from one genre to another, from one mood to another. It’s intellectual talk about books, then violent sex, starting right in the corridor; the lyrical love story, the cynical statements on the air. You may like the movie or not, but it will not get bored. In addition, it is full of excellent monologues, which would probably appreciate any postmodern writer. So for fans of non-standard cinema - I recommend from the heart.