Cenk's a stoned grifter who spends most of his time stirring the pot rather than being productive. In the hands of Saribacak, Cenk becomes the emotional epicentre of the film, driving the paranoia of the others in a craftily manipulative fashion - Saribacak is thoroughly engrossing. The other major selling point is the deceptively taut script. Karaçelik lets loose on the gas pedal to keep the plot moving but, as all masters of the psychological drama will note, doesn't press firmly down until the third act. As the ennui of the group's life aboard builds and emotions become fragile, Karaçelik makes sure to unspool with heavy does of dread and mystery. The feeling that there is something unreliable about the narrative, the "Is this really happening?" feeling that accompanies stories of the ilk settles in quickly and grips tightly. Deaths and fatalities become questionable; time seems to stand still as the men lose the will to work; intermittent shots of the shoreline that feels so close yet is so far away - these are just a few of the factors working in Ivy's favour. This is a brilliant piece of filmmaking: quiet in tone but deeply unsettling and entirely engrossing.
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Allie Gemmill | @alliegem