Burak Babayigit

Scriptwriter

Born:

06.11.1994, Ankara (Turkey)

Education: 

Photography and Video at Bahçeşehir University in Istanbul, Turkey

Place of Residence:

Istanbul (Turkey)

Writes in Languages:

Turkish, English

Biography

Burak Babayigit was born in Ankara on November 6th, 1994. He finished his high school education at Anıttepe High School and made his first short film BEYAZ VE BEN during those years. After that, he shot short film MACHINE. He won a scholarship from Bahçeşehir University after taking a special talent exam. He works as a director and DOP and his first feature film BI O KALMISTI premiered in Turkey in 2106.

Sample of previous work

Projects in development

VULGER / VULGAR

feature film
first draft of the script

The story begins with a hot summer night, the pain of Sertan’s teeth and the streets of Istanbul. The violence of ordinary but emotional conflicts on the back streets of Kadıköy district is one night in Istanbul.

Attached to the project: co-writer, director
Looking for: co-writer, producer, co-producer

Keywords: dystopia, chaos, survival, dark comedy, political

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Filmography and Awards

2016 B.O.K.: BI O KALMISTI, feature film, director
2011 BLACK, experimental short, writer/director
2010 MACHINE, experimental short, writer/director
2008 BEYAZ VE BEN, short film, writer/director

My five favourite films

  1. Godfather (1972)
    by Francis Ford Coppola
  2. Birdman (2014)
    by Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu
  3. Lobster (2015)
    by Yorgos Lanthimos
  4. Winter Sleep (2014)
    by Nuri Bilge Ceylan
  5. Nabraska (2013)
    by Alexander Payne

Favourite scene I wrote

INT. MUHTEMEL PUB SECRET ROOM / STREET – NIGHT
Sertan continues walking in the middle of the street, and then passes to the sidewalk to get rid of the crowd. He takes a turn in to a street, which is busy. He takes another turn to a street full of bars. After another street, he arrives at Muhtemel Pub. Even though Muhtemel Bar claims that it is the bar for the deranged, it has a gained a bad reputation because the people that stop by are deranged. With the dirty schemes that Nafiz and his gang are up to, they made the bar work in a different way than its intention. Sertan enters with curiosity. Inside Nafiz sits with Arif and Berkay. What Nafiz considers chitchat, is torture for the other two. Sertan arrives right in the middle of the talk and sits down quietly after seeing Nafiz. His tooth aches occasionally.
          NAFIZ
How long have you been here?
Arif shows a “3” with his hand.
          NAFIZ
Years?
Arif nods.
          NAFIZ
How long do you intend to stay?
          ARIF
I don’t know.
          NAFIZ
So there are things that you don’t
know as well, huh?
Nafiz stares at Arif. His look changes direction to Berkay for an instant, and then back to Arif.
          NAFIZ
So, why are you here?
          ARIF
Society requires it so.
          NAFIZ
Who?
          ARIF
The society, the majority…
          NAFIZ
Ah, the society, the majority, the
minority, bla bla bla… Feminists,
homosexuals, atheists, oppressed
races and so on.
Arif stares at him.
          NAFIZ
When you claim yourself a minority,
does it make you special or does it
give you courage, the strength to
endure my friend?
          ARIF
It’s what’s right.
          NAFIZ
Right for you. And my friend, what
is right for you, may not be so for
others.
          ARIF
That’s why I’m here.
          NAFIZ
No. You are wrong according to
them. Their “wrong”. That’s why
you’re here.
          ARIF
Isn’t it the same thing?
          NAFIZ
And they are wrong according to
you. Your “wrongs”.
          ARIF
So?
          NAFIZ
Your wrongs are more, that’s why
you’re here. And their numbers keep
on increasing. So it’s not the same
thing, a different point of view,
it changes everything.
          ARIF
What am I supposed to do?
          NAFIZ
You can’t do anything, you should
have defended yourself back then,
now they are too much. So much that
they didn’t leave you a space to
live, these wrongs.
          ARIF
So?
          NAFIZ
So, do you know till when you’re
here?
          ARIF
When? They delete their wrongs, my
friend. You will get out when you
are deleted or become their
“right”.
          ARIF
What does…
          NAFIZ
Which means you’ll rot here.
          ARIF
Pessimism isn’t a solution.
          NAFIZ
No, you are the pessimist. You are
supposedly a rebel, yet here you
sit and sketch down things that
nobody cares and will do no good to
you.
As Nafiz talks, Berkay drops the bottle that was in his hand. The bottle breaks. Everyone looks at Berkay. Arif talks, wanting to wrap it up.
          ARIF
So?
          NAFIZ
     (Leaning down to Arif)
Would you run away from here, if
you had an opportunity?
          ARIF
I – I don’t know. What kind of a
question is that?
          NAFIZ
Would you?
          ARIF
What if I get caught?
          NAFIZ
What would you lose?
          ARIF
What will running away gain me?
          NAFIZ
A chance to fight once more.
They share thoughtful stares for a long while.

My favourite film quote

“If i did have a tumor, i’d name it Marla. Marla… the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.”

Fight Club (1999)