As movies go, this movie is disheveled and often amateurish. Often feels like a documentary. This is probably the reason I found myself crying while watching, and sobbing a day after I watched it.
The idea of being raped or molested by a close family member and therefore not being able to share the trauma is real.
As an incest coach I coach people who grew up in a situation minus the honor killing. What most reviewers miss in this movie is that the surface drama is just that, the surface, all a smokescreen covering up something that we are all responsible for that
most of the world over raping and molesting young girls is accepted if not condoned.
Millions of child prostitutes in Bombay. 100% of the Hungarian immigrants I have spoken with have been molested by their father, the Irish "patriarch" who uses each of his daughters...
and the fact that my mother called me a whore (I was 3 and a half years old, by the way) indicates to me that 1. Turkey and Hungary are not that different 2. that my mother, probably, was also subjected to abuse, and she projected her own bad feelings about herself to me.
Honor killing is just the surface. Suppressing the Life-Force in women, denying them their dignity and self-determination is the real issue, and that is not limited to Turkey. We live in the Dark Ages. Still.