Hysteria (2025) Review: Representation, Suspense, and Self-Interest

Hysteria is at its best when everyone has a defensible version of the truth and a selfish reason for insisting upon it. Mehmet Akif Büyükatalay’s political thriller begins with an act that can be interpreted as artistic expression, religious desecration, professional negligence, or deliberate provocation. The film spends most of its runtime refusing to decide which interpretation should govern everything that follows.

A production crew is making a film about the 1993 Solingen arson attack, in which five members of a Turkish family were killed by far-right extremists in Germany. During the recreation of the fire, a Quran is burned on set. The discovery divides the crew and the refugee residents hired as extras, while Elif (Devrim Lingnau), an intern on the production, becomes entangled in accusations, disappearing evidence, and increasingly dangerous mistrust. What begins as a dispute over one production decision gradually expands into a conspiracy of secrets and competing loyalties.

At first, Hysteria is a remarkably controlled thriller. It understands that a conflict involving art, racism, religion, and public outrage does not need to be inflated with speeches to feel serious. The initial disagreement is already complicated enough. The filmmakers may be attempting to condemn racist violence, but the act of recreating that violence requires them to decide which images, objects, and people can be used in the process.

The burned Quran exposes a division that the production has tried to keep invisible. For the director and producers, objects on a set are part of a manufactured reality. For several of the extras, however, the Quran cannot be reduced to a prop just because there’s a camera filming it. The film crew’s intentions don’t necessarily determine the meaning of what they’ve done.

This is where Hysteria becomes more nuanced than a simple argument between artistic freedom and religious sensitivity. The director, Yiğit (Serkan Kaya), is not a detached outsider with no connection to the history he is representing. He understands the Solingen attack as part of his own experience of being Turkish-German. His personal relationship to the material gives his film a legitimate emotional foundation, but it does not automatically authorize every decision he makes.

Büyükatalay is interested in what happens when identity no longer supplies an easy moral answer. People who might be grouped together by outsiders disagree about religion, representation, assimilation, responsibility, and the political usefulness of the production. They don’t become a unified community simply because they share some relationship to migration or Islam.

That refusal to create a single representative voice is one of the film’s greatest strengths. For much of Hysteria, nobody exists solely to teach the audience the correct lesson. Arguments emerge through career ambitions, insecurity, resentment, fear, and the unequal power involved in turning someone else’s suffering into an image. Even sincere moral concern can become entangled with the desire to protect a reputation or gain control over a situation.

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The film’s pace is especially effective because Büyükatalay lets these motives reveal themselves gradually. Suspicion develops through minor mistakes, evasive explanations, missing objects, shifting loyalties, and details that may or may not matter. A lost key can be an ordinary accident until someone lies about it. Missing material can be a technical problem until several people have reasons to want it gone.

I found myself less interested in identifying one innocent party than in watching each character decide which truth would be most useful. Hysteria is not arguing that objective truth does not exist or that every account is equally credible. Something happened, and some people know more than others. The problem is that every path toward the truth passes through someone who has something to lose.

Elif is the ideal character through whom to explore that uncertainty. She occupies a strange position within the production. She has enough access to move between the director, producer, actors, and extras, but not enough authority to control any of them. People entrust her with information while also expecting her to follow orders. She is included when someone needs assistance and excluded when important decisions are made.

Lingnau makes Elif compellingly compromised. She is neither an uncomplicated victim nor a detached investigator. Her mistakes have consequences, and several of her attempts to protect herself only create new reasons for other people to distrust her. She often seems aware that something is wrong before she understands the full shape of the danger around her.

This makes her more convincing than the unusually perceptive protagonists found in many conspiracy thrillers. Elif doesn’t immediately identify every lie or transform into a fearless detective. She is frightened, inexperienced, defensive, and aware that the people around her possess more professional and social power. Her vulnerability comes partly from not knowing which mistake might cost her career and which might place her in actual danger.

Her position also reflects the structure of the film production itself. A set may present itself as a collaborative environment, but collaboration does not eliminate hierarchy. Generally speaking, directors determine meaning. Producers control resources. Performers supply faces and bodies. Interns and assistants perform the practical labor.

Having worked in the film industry, I appreciated Hysteria’s recognition that a production can speak in idealistic terms while remaining intensely hierarchical in practice. A filmmaker may believe in the political value of a project and still treat less powerful participants as material to be arranged. Good intentions don’t dissolve the distinction between the people creating an image and the people being placed inside it.

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I also identified very personally with Elif. I was also a subordinate who lacked much power, received virtually no praise when things went well, but suffered the wrath of those “above the line” when things went awry. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, but I also cringed at her mistakes. They held much greater consequences than any of my mistakes ever did.

In the film within the film, the refugee residents are hired to participate in a recreation of violence against immigrants. Their presence lends authenticity to the production, yet their objections become inconvenient once that authenticity interferes with the director’s plan. The arrangement raises an uncomfortable question: does the production value these men as collaborators, or does it value the appearance of their suffering?

That is the representational problem at the heart of Hysteria. The film doesn’t merely ask whether artists have permission to offend. It asks who benefits from turning a community’s trauma into cinema, who receives protection when that process causes harm, and who is expected to tolerate the consequences.

The film also complicates the familiar distinction between intention and impact. Yiğit’s intentions may be sincere, but sincerity cannot determine how other people experience the burning. At the same time, being genuinely offended does not make every subsequent choice defensible. Injury can be real while also becoming politically or personally useful.

This is the point at which a weaker film might have divided the characters into exploiters and victims. Hysteria is more interested in the ways those positions overlap. Someone can be marginalized in one relationship and powerful in another. A person can possess legitimate anger while withholding information, manipulating an ally, or using another person’s vulnerability. Moral authority is never distributed evenly, nor is it fixed.

The missing recorded material becomes more than a conventional mystery device. Evidence is a form of power because it can stabilize one account while discrediting another. Whoever controls the material can potentially decide whose anger appears justified, whose memory appears unreliable, and whose career survives the scandal.

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The disappearance of evidence similarly drives Blink Twice, where domination depends upon controlling what victims are allowed to remember. Hysteria approaches the issue from another direction. Its characters remember the same incident differently because they entered it with different relationships to the production. The struggle is not simply over whether evidence will survive, but over who will be permitted to interpret it.

This gives the mystery an epistemological tension that extends beyond identifying a culprit. Facts never arrive independently of power. A recording may show what occurred, but it cannot automatically settle why it occurred, what it meant, or who possessed the authority to make it happen. Images can document actions while concealing the structures surrounding them.

Büyükatalay exploits that uncertainty without allowing the film to become inert. The plot moves quickly, but it does not initially feel rushed. Each new complication changes the balance among the characters. Alliances form because people temporarily need one another, then dissolve when their interests stop overlapping. The suspense comes from watching trust become increasingly transactional.

The shift from a crowded film set to more restricted interiors also makes the conflict feel progressively less containable. What begins as a professional dispute follows Elif beyond the production. Rooms, hallways, locked doors, and private conversations turn the abstract problem of representation into something physically threatening. The film doesn’t need constant violence because its characters have already made nearly every space feel unsafe.

The ensemble sustains this atmosphere extremely well. No single performance overwhelms the others, which suits a film built around competing versions of events. Lingnau provides the emotional center, but Serkan Kaya, Nicolette Krebitz, Mehdi Meskar, Aziz Çapkurt, and Nazmi Kırık all contribute to the feeling that each character is observing a slightly different story.

Their performances also help prevent the early arguments from becoming lectures. A statement about art or religion is rarely just a statement about art or religion. It may also be an accusation, a defense, an attempt to preserve authority, or a way of testing whether someone else can be trusted. The cast gives these exchanges enough personal friction that the ideas feel embedded in relationships.

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The title is particularly appropriate because “hysteria” is always a label applied by one person to someone else. Nobody describes their own behavior as hysterical. The word dismisses another person’s fear or anger as irrational, excessive, and contagious. It turns a disagreement about responsibility into a judgment about who is still capable of reason.

Yet nearly everyone in the film has rational grounds for being afraid. The hysteria doesn’t grow from the absence of reason. It grows from several partial forms of reason colliding without any shared source of trust.

For most of the film, the narrative understands that this is enough. The characters remain unpredictable because they have not yet been reduced to positions in an argument. Their moral contradictions deepen the suspense. Every new disclosure suggests another interpretation without completely erasing the previous one.

The eventual reckoning is where Hysteria loses some of that power. It remains thrilling, suspenseful, and well performed, but the confrontation feels too much like a setpiece. The film gathers its people and ideas into an arrangement that is dramatically forceful while also appearing more organized than the confusion preceding it.

By this point, each character seems increasingly designed to preach a particular understanding of events. People who previously behaved according to shifting mixtures of fear, pride, ambition, and resentment begin to resemble representatives assigned to state the available moral positions. The complexity remains visible, but it is now being explained rather than experienced.

The problem is not simply that the ending becomes more explicit. Clarity is not automatically a failure, just as ambiguity is not automatically profound. The problem is that the film’s earlier form had already expressed its argument more effectively. We understood that evidence could be manipulated because we watched people competing to control it. We understood that representation involved power because we saw who was permitted to make decisions and who was expected to accept them.

The setpiece reduces some of those structural tensions to a confrontation between individuals. That makes the climax immediately satisfying as a thriller, but less persuasive as a conclusion to the film’s larger argument. Racism, religious difference, artistic exploitation, and professional hierarchy cannot truly be resolved in a single room. Bringing them together so neatly risks making the conflict feel like a puzzle whose pieces have finally been arranged.

That is ultimately what prevents Hysteria from reaching a higher rating for me. The film spends so much time demonstrating that nobody controls the complete story, then moves toward a conclusion in which the underlying positions feel unusually legible. I enjoyed the confrontation in the moment, and the extremely tense finale, but it brought the film down slightly once I considered how much more unsettling the earlier uncertainty had been.

It does not undo the film’s accomplishments. The ending is still frightening, and the ensemble remains committed enough to prevent even the most declarative moments from collapsing entirely into political theater. The film’s ideas are also substantial enough to survive being stated too directly.

Its treatment of solidarity is especially sharp. People can speak passionately about shared responsibility until pressure forces them to choose between principle and self-preservation. The resulting collapse recalls the social divisions in Concrete Utopia, although Büyükatalay confines the struggle to a much smaller professional and interpersonal space. In both films, collective identity proves fragile once individuals believe they may have to absorb the cost of preserving it.

I admired Hysteria most when it allowed its characters to keep changing shape. It recognizes that public controversies are rarely governed by one stable narrative, particularly when art, identity, historical trauma, and personal ambition become entangled. People don’t just disagree about what happened. They disagree about who has the right to explain what happened and whose interests that explanation should serve.

The final confrontation is too on-the-nose, but the film surrounding it remains intelligent, tense, and unusually willing to let moral authority move between characters. Even when Büyükatalay eventually explains too much, he leaves behind an intriguing portrait of how quickly a group can turn a shared crisis into a competition for control of the truth.