Delicious
Food on Film

March 2 - March 17, 2013

Delicious: Food on Film organized by Pera Film in collaboration with l’Institut français presents a unique selection of films celebrating the relationship between food and cinema. The program coincides with the first event of the Bocuse d’Or organized in Turkey, a biennial of world chef championships, one of the world's most prestigious cooking competitions. The program explores two different themes: Food and Life, Food and Guts.

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Food and Life: Food Beware, The French Organic Revolution

Food and Life: Food Beware, The French Organic Revolution

Food and Life: War and Peace in the Kitchen Garden

Food and Life: War and Peace in the Kitchen Garden

Food and Life: The World According to Monsanto

Food and Life: The World According to Monsanto

Food and Guts: Romantics Anonymous

Food and Guts: Romantics Anonymous

Food and Guts: Entre les Bras

Food and Guts: Entre les Bras

Food and Guts: Inventing Cuisine: Pierre Gagnaire

Food and Guts: Inventing Cuisine: Pierre Gagnaire

Food and Guts: Haute Cuisine

Food and Guts: Haute Cuisine

Food and Guts: A Matter of Taste

Food and Guts: A Matter of Taste

Program Trailer

Delicious
Food on Film

The program coincides with the first event of the Bocuse d’Or organized in Turkey, a biennial of world chef championships, one of the world's most prestigious cooking competitions.

Rineke Dijkstra Look At Me!

Rineke Dijkstra Look At Me!

“The portrait tells us that there is an inner and an outer dimension of the human condition; it provides—or should provide—information about both the physical and psychological character of an individual.” 

Cameria (Mihrimah Sultan)

Cameria (Mihrimah Sultan)

Based on similar examples by the European painters in various collections, this work is one of the portraits of Mihrimah Sultan, who was depicted rather often in the 16th century.

Midnight Stories: The Soul <br> Aşkın Güngör

Midnight Stories: The Soul
Aşkın Güngör

The wind blows, rubbing against my legs made of layers of metal and wires, swaying the leaves of grass that have shot up from the cracks in the tarmac, and going off to the windows that look like the eyes of dead children in the wrecked buildings that seem to be everywhere as far as the eye can see.