In the U.S., most foreign language films are still considered art-house fare, possibly because when overseas titles first made significant box office inroads here in the 1960s, their frank content was part of their draw: they offered a lot more nudity and sex than Hollywood product and were also more likely to aim higher intellectually. But times change, and no longer is every foreign movie Art, especially when the filmmaker is targeting the widest possible audience. This 2005 melodrama from writer-director Çagan Irmak remains one of Turkey’s top-grossing hits: blatantly manipulative, broadly acted, and with a score that’s about as subtle as a pit bull. It sets its hero, a widowed left-wing journalist from Istanbul (Fikret Kuskan), against his conservative father (Çetin Tekindor), a gruff salt-of-the-earth type who wanted his son to take over the family farm. In the middle, tugging at their and everyone else’s heartstrings, is the reporter’s superhero-obsessed 10-year-old son (Ege Tanman), a stereotypical movie kid in a film packed with clichés. In Turkish with subtitles.