Who Wouldn’t Want a Better Story?

June 21 - July 19, 2023

Pera Film presents the Pride Month program co-curated by Cenan Tüzel, Coordinator of Başka Cinema: Who Wouldn’t Want a Better Story?

Taking its title from the verse of American poet Richard Siken's Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out, "You want a better story. Who wouldn't?", the program focuses on queer characters who thrive to exist in an ideal world while simultaneously creating their own ideal worlds.

Running from June 21 to July 19, the program includes The Duke of Burgundy, which captivates its audience from the very first minutes and portrays the relationship between Cynthia and Evelyn; Lingua Franca, which tells the fascinating story of Olivia, a Filipino trans woman who works as a caregiver for an elderly woman living in Brooklyn; and Days, a serenely introspective search for love in the unique style of Tsai Ming-liang, the great master of Taiwanese cinema.

This program’s screenings are free admission. Drop in, no reservations. As per legal regulations, all our screenings are restricted to persons over 18 years of age unless stated otherwise.

June 21

19:00 The Duke of Burgundy

July 5

19:00 Lingua Franca

July 7

20:00 Days

July 12

19:00 Lingua Franca

July 14

19:00 The Duke of Burgundy

July 19

19:00 Days

The Duke of Burgundy

The Duke of Burgundy

Lingua Franca

Lingua Franca

Days

Days

Bruce Nauman Look At Me!

Bruce Nauman Look At Me!

The exhibition Look at Me! Portraits and Other Fictions from the ”la Caixa” Contemporary Art Collection examines portraiture, one of the oldest artistic genres, through a significant number of works of our times. Through the exhibition we will be sharing about the artists and sections in Look At Me!.

Giacometti & the Human Figure

Giacometti & the Human Figure

Giacometti worked nonstop on his sculptures, either from nature or from memory, trying to capture the universal facial expressions.  

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.