Elevator

This starts in Kika territory, with a garish TV sexposé and videotaped revenge-murder spree, before settling down into more claustrophobic territory it wants you to associate with Malle's Lift to the Scaffold. The show's brash, womanising producer is lured into a broken lift by a blonde-wigged femme fatale and in effect held hostage for four days. That he doesn't escape comes down partly to lack of enterprise, partly to his fascination with his kidnapper (tantalising, agreed), but a whole lot to the fact that he enjoys remonstrating with himself in front of a mirror - though he's also occasionally treated to glimpses of his hunt on TV. It half comes off. Determined chiefly by Yanardag's performance, the tone is rather more maniacal than minimalist, and sometimes pretty crude, but the film doesn't feel too over-extended, and there's perhaps some sort of censure of modern urban Turkish braggadocio lurking here if you want to look for it.