Immobile in a home where the sands of time fall to the rhythm of rural Azerbaijani sounds, a mother waits for her son. When he arrives, their conversations circle around existential questions and news from afar. Mother and son grow closer, silence melts into words, and life springs between them. The son leaves, and winter settles in to the forever-outdated house.
Selimpaşada Bir Gün (One Day in Selimpasha, 2018), Hills Without Names (2018), Ad Günü (Birthday, 2018), Xurmalar Yetişən Vaxt (When the Persimmons Grew, 2019).
“'When the primroses were turning red, and the white cherries were in bloom’ – that is when my grandmother says the war ended. She talks about time the way people did in olden days, before the calendar divided it up into days, months, and years. […] The title of my film pays homage to this traditional way of denoting time. People were coming and going from my family back then. We gathered together, and we broke apart. We grew up, and set about living our own lives. Everything was changing and becoming more colorful, for all except my mother, whom time left alone. I left home then and returned eight years later, when persimmons grew.”
WHEN THE PERSIMMONS GREW
Azerbaijan-Austria, 2019, 119’, col.
when the persimmons grew
regia, sceneggiatura, fotografia, montaggio/director, screenplay, cinematography, film editing
Maryam Naghiyeva, Hilal Baydarov, Vusal Baydarov
Hilal Baydarov, Maéva Ranaivojaona, Georg Tiller
Ucqar Film, Subobscura Films