Eskiya is like the Göbekli Tepe, an important, neolithic archaeological discovery in Turkey, unearthed from the depths of cinematic history. It has a value not just because of its age, but because it carries the weight of immutable truth. The digital version’s occasional uneven color grading, perhaps a casualty of its transition from celluloid, does little to dim its luster. This is otherwise a perfect movie, and the reasons why become lucid in retrospect. I normally like to delve into meaning first, but here, there are technical honors at the forefront. The cinematography is a mastercla...