A plate of feta-filled âcigaretteâ pastries. Watery instant coffee with an off-market Coffee-Mate in a Turkish State Railways (TCDD) logoed cup. Glasses of flat beer. The sinister stench of frying oil, trapped in the deep fryer a few meters away, begging to be disposed of. Based on these dining experiences alone, I shouldnât be missing the restaurant cars of the long distance TCDD trains of my youth; yet I do, anytime I take a train anywhere. A lot.
Over the next few days, every journey through Istanbul provide more examples of the government's enthusiasm to monumentalize tragedy. A short walk from the Taksim Square, Besiktas Soccer Stadium was draped with Turkish flags and banners mourning victims of an attack by a Kurdish terrorist group. One said: "We Won't Kneel Down."
Antoine Fuqua isn't afraid of a little good old-fashioned close combat. Between Training Day, the now classic L.A. crime drama that earned Denzel Washington an Academy Award, and last year's boxing thriller Southpaw with Jake Gyllenhaal, the veteran director has seen more blood, sweat, tears, gunshots and pyrotechnics than most paramedics.