- (500) Days of Summer (2009)
- 8 Mile (2002)
- Away from Her (2006)
- Buried (2010)
- The Driver (1978)
- Election (1999)
- Hot Fuzz (2007)
- The Shop Around the Corner (1940): Must Watch Before You Die #51
- Toy Story 1, 2, 3 (1995-2010)
- Vera Drake (2004)
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February 08, 2020
Cinema 2019: Top English-Language Classics
December 29, 2018
MAMI 2018

I have attended every edition of MAMI Film Festival from 2009 to 2016. And almost as a ritual, I kept a log of my daily experience during the MAMI week on this blog. This MAMI, I couldn't do that. I couldn't write blog posts every day. Possible reasons:
- Not attending the festival in 2017 had already broken the chain. Although the reason for missing out that year was simple. I was directing my first feature.
- The first feature mentioned above was supposed to change my relation with MAMI. From a film buff, I was to be there as a film-maker. But, as most of you know, that didn't happen. And that, safe to assume, must have affected my enthusiasm of writing daily posts.
- Thanks to the fiasco mentioned above, I made sure to keep writing every day (writing a screenplay), even during the MAMI week, despite watching more than three films daily. Writing blog posts over and above that must have been a little too demanding.
- I have grown too old to write daily blog posts during the hectic MAMI week, it seems.
I must be honest to admit that I feel a little guilty, despite all these reasons. I should have made time. I do feel I have let myself down. Will I get back to may daily reporting from next year? Or will I detach further still? I have no clue. For now, let me briefly share my thoughts on the movies I watched this year at MAMI. They are arranged in the order of least to most favorite.
- Colette (2018/US-UK) by Wash Westmoreland: Easily the most disappointing film of the festival for me, although several in the audience really enjoyed it. I don't know why you have to shoot and score a period film in the most obvious way possible? A film on the life of such a radical, colorful character deserves more imagination. No?
- Birds of Passage (2018/Colombia) by Cristina Gallego and Ciro Guerra: Visually stunning and all. But emotionally this didn't work for me at all. I am sure a lot will disagree. The film has made it to top nine at the Oscars in the foreign-language category.
- Hotel by the River (2018/ South Korea) by Sang-soo Hang: Atmospheric and quirky. Enjoyed some bits of it. But not something to must-watch. Not bad either.
- Fugue (2018/ Poland) by Agnieszka Smoczynska: Extremely well-directed. But the screenplay disappointed me. I must repeat, the direction is so good that I would want to watch it again.
- Diamantino (2018/ Portugal) by Gabriel Abrantes and Daniel Schmidt: Two and half months after the festival, I don't know if I would rate this film above 'Fugue'. But I have decided to stick by what I felt during the festival. The film is bizarre and funny, to say the least.
- In Fabric (2018/ UK) by Peter Strickland: Easily the director's weakest film, but still quite unforgettable. Very bold and expectedly original. My love for the director made sure I loved this film despite its flaws.
- The Wild Pear Tree (2018/ Turkey) by Nuri Bilge Ceylan: Only if it were an hour shorter, it could have been quite powerful. But because of some moments in it that really moved me, I am rating it higher than what I probably should. The film is already out of the Oscar race.
- Maya (2018/ France) by Mia Hansen-Love: Despite nothing really remarkable about this film, it had a tenderness that moved me in some way. Perhaps it was the director, her command of the craft, as well as her being a woman, that the love story in it, in a strange way, worked for me. It was also interesting to see India, where most of the film is set, from an outsider's perspective.
- High Life (2018/ US-UK-and more) by Claire Denis: Traveled all the way from Andheri to Kurla at peak evening traffic to make this my closing film of the festival, for the director, obviously, and coz it is supposed be a sci-fi horror art-house film. Didn't like it or understand it much, but there was enough there for me to rate it so highly in this list. Back then, at least. Not sure how I feel about it today.
- A Land Imagined (2018/ Singapore-France-Netherlands) by Siew Hua Yeo: Interesting. More from a structural and political point of view than anything else.
- Burning (2018/ South Korea) by Lee Chang-dong: A brilliant execution of (what I felt) an ordinary story. This film is gaining widespread acclaim and might be the first South Korean film to earn an Oscar nomination. Its merits are great. But perhaps it is lesser than the sum of its parts.
- The Miseducation of Cameron Post (2018/ US-UK) by Desiree Akhavan: Its similarities with 'Boy Erased' are uncanny and I think the film didn't really build on its great premise. But with its limited ambition, it is really cool. The tone, especially, is sweet and nice.
- Mandy (2018/ Canada-US) by Panos Cosmatos: I know many will find this to be just indulgent and senseless. But I loved the guts this film had. So important to have films like these to keep pushing the collective cinematic imagination.
- Champions (2018/ Spain) by Javier Fesser: Despite its problematic, exploitative and melodramatic bits, the film has enough to be an instant crowd-pleaser. The resemblance with 'Chak De India' is obvious, but that's how most genre films are. The film, however, is out of the Oscar race.
- Three Identical Strangers (2018/ US-UK) by Tim Wardle: The only documentary I watched at MAMI this year, this is an unforgettable story. I know the storytelling is slightly convenient and manipulative, but still, for its great content, and for some moments that really worked for me, it is among my top choices.
- Mug (2018/ Poland) by Malgorzata Szumowska: Truly entertaining, strongly political, and a case study of tone, this film completely won me over. In fact, I now wonder why I rated it below some of the following movies!
- Ruben Brandt, Collector (2018/ Hungary) by Milorad Krstic: What imagination at play! Justifies the choice of animation, and surprises you at every level. With its numerous references and homages to movies of the past (some of which I could spot and recognize) and some famous art works (most of which I knew nothing about), this film should always hold a special place in the art world.
- The Heiresses (2018/ Paraguay) by Marcelo Martinessi: Now out of the Oscar race, this film deserves universal praise. It builds slowly, but then engulfs you in its humane, subtle portrayal. Remarkable directing.
- Cold War (2018/ Poland) by Pawel Pawlikowski: Frankly, I don't get the hype around this film. Sure it is stunning and has some great music. But I don't know why it is getting such acclaim, including featuring so high on this list! The film is already in the top nine at the Oscars and may even get into the top five.
- Woman at War (2018/ Iceland) by Benedikt Erlingsson: An instant crowd-pleaser, and very original genre film. My only, and very slight, problem was with its slightly indulgent use of the omnipresent band of musicians. But that is just me being a little, unnecessarily, critical. The film is out of the Oscar race, though.
- Border (2018/ Sweden) by Ali Abbasi: Unforgettable. Supremely original. Chillingly suspenseful and surprisingly tender. This is one of the best films of the year, without a doubt. It is out of the Oscar race, but I feel it deserved to be in the top five. Watch it and discover your love for the bizarre.
- Climax (2018/ France-US) by Gaspar Noe: This film is a nightmare. Do not watch it if you get affected by dark content. This is dark and indulgent in every sense. And it is hypnotic, and spectacular. I also feel it is extremely well paced. Just when you can't bear it any more, it ends. Not sooner, nor later.
- BlackKklansman (2018/ US) by Spike Lee: A winner in every sense. Thoroughly entertaining and uninhibitedly political, this is a film the world needs to watch, especially the big guys. Every performance is super, dialogue truly funny. Can and should be re-watched, easily and eagerly.
- One Cut of the Dead (2017/ Japan): This has to be the discovery of the year. It is also a must-watch-before you die (#50). The love that this film has received is so rightly deserved. I really wish, for those who couldn't, you watch it in a theater, with 200-300 in the audience. Don't read about it. Don't watch the trailer. Raise your expectations as high as you want. And then see how the film supersedes all your, already high, expectations.
- Roma (2018/ Mexico): The best film for me at the festival. Perhaps the best film I have seen this year. Beautiful beyond description, crafted with stunning mastery of the cinematic language, and deeply moving, 'Roma' should be one of the winners at the Oscars, apart from being a masterpiece that will stand all test of time.
Some high profile and acclaimed films I missed: 'Shoplifters', 'The Ballad of Buster Scruggs', 'The House that Jack Built', 'A Twelve-Year Night', 'First Reformed', 'Sorry to Bother You', 'Leave No Trace', 'Widows', '3 Faces' and 'Madeline's Madeline'.
270 movies in nine editions of the festival. Simple arithmetic will tell you I should reach 300 next year. But life will tell you, especially after how dramatic it was for me this year, that we shouldn't make assumptions. Just keep faith. And keep that I shall.
March 17, 2017
Oscars Festival 2017
During the last few weeks I had my own Oscars Festival during which I watched movies competing at this Oscars along with some old winners in different categories. In the end, I watched seventeen movies during this festival of mine. I think I should do this every year.
OPENING FILM: The Awful Truth (1937): Director Leo McCarey won the award for his work on this film that was also nominated for Best Picture, Screenplay, Film Editing, Actress and Supporting Actress. It was a rare classic comedy that I enjoyed and it also made me realize that I had misunderstood the term 'Screwball Comedy' all along!
Braveheart (1995): Perhaps the biggest winner on this list, I did not really enjoy the movie. Well, it is one of those movies which a film-buff must have watched, so I checked that. But otherwise, its performance at the Oscars makes me feel that this entire list of mine is futile! It won five awards: Best Picture, Director, Cinematography, Sound Effects Editing and Make-Up and was nominated in five other categories: Costume, Sound, Score, Film Editing and Original Screenplay.
Moonlight (2016): Watching the latest top-winner in an Indian movie theater completely ruined it for me. I need to watch it again, with all the scenes intact and subtitles to help me comprehend the dialogues better. The movie won three Oscars: Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay and Supporting Actor and had five more nominations: Director, Supporting Actress, Cinematography, Film Editing and Score.
Hacksaw Ridge (2016): The winner of Film Editing and Sound Mixing, it was also nominated for Best Picture, Director, Actor, and Sound Editing. I really loved the movie and was surprised that it was nominated for its writing.
Kubo and the Two Strings (2016): This was where my festival actually started going somewhere. What a beautiful film! It did not win any Oscars but was nominated for two, Best Animated Feature and Visual Effects.
Hidden Figures (2016): I wish we could tell more true stories in India than we do. Quite a powerful, entertaining film, nominated for Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay and Supporting Actress although it didn't win any.
Silence (2016): It remains a mystery to me why 'Silence' did not get nominated for Best Picture. It had only one nomination, for its stunning Cinematography, and ended up without any win. It was a difficult watch, yes, but what a brilliant movie!
Manchester by the Sea (2016): Watching this movie gave me a moment of epiphany where I was forced to consider the kind of stories I am telling or should be telling. If I work on it, this movie might be one of those which shaped my life. It won two very well-deserving Oscars for Best Actor and Original Screenplay while it was nominated for four more: Best Picture, Director, Supporting Actor and Supporting Actress.
Lion (2016): I do not remember which other movie has made me cry so much in recent years. I pity the intellectuals and cynics who fail to be moved by this beautiful human story. It did not win any Oscar despite being nominated in six categories: Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay, Supporting Actor, Supporting Actress, Cinematography, and Score, but it was a highlight of my festival.
Jackie (2016): Nominated for Best Actress, Costume and Score, it was a Hollywood film only because of its casting and the spoken language. In every other sense, it was world cinema, difficult to watch but I am sure it will definitely improve in the second watch, and also if I do some reading about its characters.
Fences (2016): It won the award for Best Supporting Actress and was also nominated for Best Picture, Actor and Adapted Screenplay. To be honest it was too 'play-like' for my taste but it worked because of its universal subject matter, parenthood and love within a family, and the brilliant performances.
Arrival (2016): I re-watched it on big screen after my first watch last year. Winning the Oscar for Best Sound Editing, it was also nominated in seven other categories: Best Picture, Directing, Adapted Screenplay, Film Editing, Sound Mixing, Cinematography and Production Design. It should also have won two more nominations - Best Actress and Original Score.
Black Narcissus (1947): I never knew this film was set entirely in India. Was definitely a stunning watch and won the well-deserved Oscars for its Cinematography and Art Direction. However, I did not enjoy it too much. Will not revisit this film unless absolutely necessary.
The Quiet Man (1952): Easily the worst film on this list, although very acclaimed. I somehow endured it. Will never recommend this to anyone. And I really don't care that it won two Oscars - for Best Director and Cinematography (Color) and was nominated for five more: Best Picture, Screenplay, Supporting Actor, Sound Recording and Art Direction (Color).
Road to Perdition (2002): I loved this! It won the award for its stunning cinematography while it was nominated in five more categories: Art Direction, Sound, Sound Editing, Score and Supporting Actor for Paul Newman in his last movie appearance.
Misery (1990): A thriller-horror like this is essential to make a festival complete. But such movies hardly ever get nominated for the Academy Awards. This one was, in one category, and it won that - Best Actress for Kathy Bates. I'm glad I watched this movie and then realized there are so many acclaimed movies made on Stephen King's works.
CLOSING FILM: Toni Erdmann (2016) I really liked 'The Salesman' but in my opinion the Foreign-Language Oscar should have gone to this German film. How outrageous and unforgettable! It was nominated in only one category and obviously did not win any, but for its sheer originality, brilliant performances, and being so sad and so funny at the same time, I recommend it as a must-watch-before-you-die (#49).
OPENING FILM: The Awful Truth (1937): Director Leo McCarey won the award for his work on this film that was also nominated for Best Picture, Screenplay, Film Editing, Actress and Supporting Actress. It was a rare classic comedy that I enjoyed and it also made me realize that I had misunderstood the term 'Screwball Comedy' all along!
Braveheart (1995): Perhaps the biggest winner on this list, I did not really enjoy the movie. Well, it is one of those movies which a film-buff must have watched, so I checked that. But otherwise, its performance at the Oscars makes me feel that this entire list of mine is futile! It won five awards: Best Picture, Director, Cinematography, Sound Effects Editing and Make-Up and was nominated in five other categories: Costume, Sound, Score, Film Editing and Original Screenplay.
Moonlight (2016): Watching the latest top-winner in an Indian movie theater completely ruined it for me. I need to watch it again, with all the scenes intact and subtitles to help me comprehend the dialogues better. The movie won three Oscars: Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay and Supporting Actor and had five more nominations: Director, Supporting Actress, Cinematography, Film Editing and Score.
Hacksaw Ridge (2016): The winner of Film Editing and Sound Mixing, it was also nominated for Best Picture, Director, Actor, and Sound Editing. I really loved the movie and was surprised that it was nominated for its writing.
Kubo and the Two Strings (2016): This was where my festival actually started going somewhere. What a beautiful film! It did not win any Oscars but was nominated for two, Best Animated Feature and Visual Effects.
Hidden Figures (2016): I wish we could tell more true stories in India than we do. Quite a powerful, entertaining film, nominated for Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay and Supporting Actress although it didn't win any.
Silence (2016): It remains a mystery to me why 'Silence' did not get nominated for Best Picture. It had only one nomination, for its stunning Cinematography, and ended up without any win. It was a difficult watch, yes, but what a brilliant movie!
Manchester by the Sea (2016): Watching this movie gave me a moment of epiphany where I was forced to consider the kind of stories I am telling or should be telling. If I work on it, this movie might be one of those which shaped my life. It won two very well-deserving Oscars for Best Actor and Original Screenplay while it was nominated for four more: Best Picture, Director, Supporting Actor and Supporting Actress.
Lion (2016): I do not remember which other movie has made me cry so much in recent years. I pity the intellectuals and cynics who fail to be moved by this beautiful human story. It did not win any Oscar despite being nominated in six categories: Best Picture, Adapted Screenplay, Supporting Actor, Supporting Actress, Cinematography, and Score, but it was a highlight of my festival.
Jackie (2016): Nominated for Best Actress, Costume and Score, it was a Hollywood film only because of its casting and the spoken language. In every other sense, it was world cinema, difficult to watch but I am sure it will definitely improve in the second watch, and also if I do some reading about its characters.
Fences (2016): It won the award for Best Supporting Actress and was also nominated for Best Picture, Actor and Adapted Screenplay. To be honest it was too 'play-like' for my taste but it worked because of its universal subject matter, parenthood and love within a family, and the brilliant performances.
Arrival (2016): I re-watched it on big screen after my first watch last year. Winning the Oscar for Best Sound Editing, it was also nominated in seven other categories: Best Picture, Directing, Adapted Screenplay, Film Editing, Sound Mixing, Cinematography and Production Design. It should also have won two more nominations - Best Actress and Original Score.
Black Narcissus (1947): I never knew this film was set entirely in India. Was definitely a stunning watch and won the well-deserved Oscars for its Cinematography and Art Direction. However, I did not enjoy it too much. Will not revisit this film unless absolutely necessary.
The Quiet Man (1952): Easily the worst film on this list, although very acclaimed. I somehow endured it. Will never recommend this to anyone. And I really don't care that it won two Oscars - for Best Director and Cinematography (Color) and was nominated for five more: Best Picture, Screenplay, Supporting Actor, Sound Recording and Art Direction (Color).
Road to Perdition (2002): I loved this! It won the award for its stunning cinematography while it was nominated in five more categories: Art Direction, Sound, Sound Editing, Score and Supporting Actor for Paul Newman in his last movie appearance.
Misery (1990): A thriller-horror like this is essential to make a festival complete. But such movies hardly ever get nominated for the Academy Awards. This one was, in one category, and it won that - Best Actress for Kathy Bates. I'm glad I watched this movie and then realized there are so many acclaimed movies made on Stephen King's works.
CLOSING FILM: Toni Erdmann (2016) I really liked 'The Salesman' but in my opinion the Foreign-Language Oscar should have gone to this German film. How outrageous and unforgettable! It was nominated in only one category and obviously did not win any, but for its sheer originality, brilliant performances, and being so sad and so funny at the same time, I recommend it as a must-watch-before-you-die (#49).
January 14, 2017
Must Watch Before You Die #48: The Red Turtle (2016)
Watching 'The Red Turtle' on the big screen at Mumbai Film Festival last October was nothing short of a meditative experience. In only seventy-five minutes of its run-time and using not a single word of dialogue, this film did to me what very few films do: move emotionally, please aesthetically, say something simple and profound, and also calm my senses. Hope I was not alone.
Of course, the need to interpret its magical story and not being able to do it may frustrate one. I got lucky that I could figure out something while watching it, and that got kind of validated in the way the movie ended. I closed 2016 by watching it again, this time with my Mom. Several new details were added to my interpretation of it. You can read it below if you have already watched the movie.
But most importantly, I want to share this film as a must-watch. I read somewhere that it is hand-painted animation. Well, it is stunning nevertheless. And it goes beyond the need to interpret by telling a story that should resonate with any human, from any era, in any part of the world. Please watch this as soon as you get a chance. And if you get lucky to watch it on the big screen, do not miss that opportunity.
SPOILERS AHEAD
Who knows where we come from? And before we can figure it out, we are already here, in this world, in this life. There is no use trying to escape this, however harsh, cruel and confusing our existence is. Because we have to reach our end and try to do it with joy and peace, and by embracing our existence.
Of course it won't be easy. The lucky ones are blessed by some miracle - something that inspires them, that makes them better humans, that makes them fall in love with and respect their lives. That miracle can be a loved one, or the pursuit of an art, or doing some good, or even a spiritual quest. But that miracle is the most important thing we need.
Because then the same harsh, cruel, confusing existence will appear more joyful than we could ever imagine.
There is however one catch. The world of ours, which we love and peacefully exist in, may not be fulfilling for our offspring. They need their own miracle or they will keep getting frustrated. They must follow their own calling or their confusion will never be over. As long as they are with us, they will hopefully fulfill their duties toward us. But then, they must set out to find their own truths.
And once they are gone, we should hope that they too will figure things out. When our moment of departure comes, hopefully we will have that miracle to soothe us and bid us farewell. Once we are gone, that miracle will move on to help someone else. Because such blessed miracles, like magical red turtles, are supposed to bring anyone out of their existential miseries, if only we had the heart, the courage and the clarity to embrace them.
Of course, the need to interpret its magical story and not being able to do it may frustrate one. I got lucky that I could figure out something while watching it, and that got kind of validated in the way the movie ended. I closed 2016 by watching it again, this time with my Mom. Several new details were added to my interpretation of it. You can read it below if you have already watched the movie.
But most importantly, I want to share this film as a must-watch. I read somewhere that it is hand-painted animation. Well, it is stunning nevertheless. And it goes beyond the need to interpret by telling a story that should resonate with any human, from any era, in any part of the world. Please watch this as soon as you get a chance. And if you get lucky to watch it on the big screen, do not miss that opportunity.
SPOILERS AHEAD
Who knows where we come from? And before we can figure it out, we are already here, in this world, in this life. There is no use trying to escape this, however harsh, cruel and confusing our existence is. Because we have to reach our end and try to do it with joy and peace, and by embracing our existence.
Of course it won't be easy. The lucky ones are blessed by some miracle - something that inspires them, that makes them better humans, that makes them fall in love with and respect their lives. That miracle can be a loved one, or the pursuit of an art, or doing some good, or even a spiritual quest. But that miracle is the most important thing we need.
Because then the same harsh, cruel, confusing existence will appear more joyful than we could ever imagine.
There is however one catch. The world of ours, which we love and peacefully exist in, may not be fulfilling for our offspring. They need their own miracle or they will keep getting frustrated. They must follow their own calling or their confusion will never be over. As long as they are with us, they will hopefully fulfill their duties toward us. But then, they must set out to find their own truths.
And once they are gone, we should hope that they too will figure things out. When our moment of departure comes, hopefully we will have that miracle to soothe us and bid us farewell. Once we are gone, that miracle will move on to help someone else. Because such blessed miracles, like magical red turtles, are supposed to bring anyone out of their existential miseries, if only we had the heart, the courage and the clarity to embrace them.
May 28, 2016
Must Watch Before You Die #47: Rosemary's Baby (1968)
I had watched 'Rosemary's Baby' for the first time in 2010. And I had loved it. I was not sure if I would call it a horror film, but its impact was enormous and I wanted to discuss it with everyone around me. Unfortunately, you cannot discuss this movie without spoiling it for others - as it has one of the most devastating closing scenes in film history, almost as powerful as the closing moments of 'Bicycle Thieves' (1948). I also remember doubting my fascination with the film. Without any real reason, I find myself biased toward Polanski and I love almost all of his twelve films that I have watched - including some lesser ones. Was it my Polanski-worship that made me so strongly appreciate this 1968 classic? I wondered. I wanted to give it some time, and re-watch it, and then see what it does to me.
The rewatch happened recently. With the AIB First Draft students, I revisited the film on a big screen - at Matterden. And I could feel it all over again - the masterful direction of Roman Polanski so efficiently retelling the horrifying story on screen, with every decision - of the use of color to lenses to the perfectly eerie background score adding to one singular purpose - creating a timeless textbook of not just horror, but film-making in general. I could feel my body reacting to the film, shivers all over me, and my mind getting sucked into the horrors that I was more aware of this time than the characters on screen or the students of mine around me. When the movie ended - we were stunned - no one said a word. Without any conventional horror device, the film had terrified us, and me, once again.
Do not read about it. Do not watch its trailer. Do yourself a favor and watch this film. There is, however, only one catch - experiencing this movie is a point of no return, with the end so terrifying that you might regret why you watched it. There is no escaping 'Rosemary's Baby'. But it is a must-watch-before-you-die if you are game for it! Go and get scared for life!
The rewatch happened recently. With the AIB First Draft students, I revisited the film on a big screen - at Matterden. And I could feel it all over again - the masterful direction of Roman Polanski so efficiently retelling the horrifying story on screen, with every decision - of the use of color to lenses to the perfectly eerie background score adding to one singular purpose - creating a timeless textbook of not just horror, but film-making in general. I could feel my body reacting to the film, shivers all over me, and my mind getting sucked into the horrors that I was more aware of this time than the characters on screen or the students of mine around me. When the movie ended - we were stunned - no one said a word. Without any conventional horror device, the film had terrified us, and me, once again.
Do not read about it. Do not watch its trailer. Do yourself a favor and watch this film. There is, however, only one catch - experiencing this movie is a point of no return, with the end so terrifying that you might regret why you watched it. There is no escaping 'Rosemary's Baby'. But it is a must-watch-before-you-die if you are game for it! Go and get scared for life!
December 05, 2015
Must Watch Before You Die #46: The Brand New Testament (2015)
Dear Mr. Jaco Van Dormael,
This letter may upset you. And hence I suggest you read it completely. Because in the past forty days or so, before which I did not even know of you or your work, I have become deeply interested in guessing what might upset you, or make you sad. Because your movies do not provide me with any clue. Because you are one of those rare film-makers who make death look so wonderful and heart-break so endearing. And as I type these words, you are one of my biggest inspirations. Of course, this will not be upsetting for you in any way. What then? Please read on.
On November 1st I watched your latest film, 'The Brand New Testament' at Mumbai Film Festival and I was no more the same person. Your film did something beautiful deep within me as it should to anyone who watches it. It was the first screening of the film at our festival and I talked about it to everyone, on every platform. I started taking pride in recommending your film to one and all, praising it as the best film of the year and urging them to catch its final screening on the final day of the festival at a theatre more than thirty kilometres away on the other side of the town. In order to add more weight to my recommendation I used one line for everyone - "You will pray for me and wish well for me for one full year if you end your festival with this brilliant Belgian film!" And then, to add more credibility to those who were still contemplating if they should miss a couple of movies at our regular venue and travel all the way downtown to catch the show that would end around midnight, I announced I'm going to do the same.
So the closing day arrived. Since 2009 I have taken pride in watching, on an average, more than 30 films during the festival week and hence missing even one is not an easy decision. In order to re-watch this film of yours I had to miss two, for it also involved travelling all the way through the evening Mumbai-traffic. But then, when you are in love, it all seems fine, isn't it? So I reached the venue, only to realise that there have been indeed several people who have travelled all the way to make this film their closing film, people who eventually took my recommendation seriously, people who were all charmed by that one line of mine!
Until now, I don't think you have found any reason to feel upset, right? After all, I had acted like your unofficial, self-appointed PR guy! OK. So what followed next was the real nasty bit. Standing at the gate of the decades-old theatre at the mouth of Colaba Causeway in South Mumbai, I received the delegates with a proud smile - as if it were my film. When they took their seats, eager to experience the film that will close their festival, their favourite annual event, I felt excited and nervous - what if they don't like it too much - as if I were the writer-director. When the title 'The Brand New Testament' appeared on the screen, I started clapping, loudly, authoritatively, and soon the entire audience followed. I felt like a puppeteer who had engineered this event, and behaved as if I had brought the film to their eager eyes. And three minutes into the film, when they started reacting to it, I felt relieved. At the start of every scene, I would laugh alone, knowing where this scene is headed, thus pretending to be the film's biggest fan. And during its wonderful 110-minute run, I spent half of the time watching the faces of the audience beside and behind me, to see the magic of cinema unfold and make them happier and richer than they already were. The film was working, and I felt proud!
The show, needless to say, ended with a massive applause. It was a cathartic moment for me. And before they left, so many of them came to thank me and promised to pray for me for the year to come. I received their gratitude and praise for the movie as if it were my own brilliant imagination and exemplary execution, my own sweat and blood, my own piece of cinema. On the closing night of the Mumbai Film Festival Mr. Von Dormael, in my own limited world, I stole your thunder. For many among my friends and loved ones, the film has become synonymous with me, thanks to my manipulative tactics, while almost none of them remember your name! Now, you do feel upset, right?
Or, perhaps, you don't. I can say this after watching your entire filmography in the days that followed. They say you made stuff for kids and also worked in a circus before making your debut at the age of 34. 'Toto the Hero' (1991) - that wonderful, unforgettable ride about love, life and death won you Camera d'Or at Cannes, perhaps the biggest award a debutant director can hope for. In the next 24 years, you made only three more films. At the age of 58, your filmography has four feature films only! Every time you make a film in a language other than English, your country sends it to the Oscars. This includes 'The Eighth Day' (1996) and your latest. And when you made your only English-language film, it was the original and profound 'Mr. Nobody' (2009), that has gained massive cult-following over the years. In each of these films I could see traces of 'The Brand New Testament' - your entire filmography has one unique, solid voice and a timeless impact. Is their any filmmaker today whose cinema is so beautiful, hopeful, joyful and thoughtful as yours? Can any author today celebrate life without shying away from its painful side the way you so successfully do, movie after movie? This world would be a much better place if you made more movies and hence I hope your next film comes very, very soon. But perhaps we do not deserve more of you. Our cynicism cannot handle too much of the innocence your work exudes and hence perhaps you should take your time. Because whatever you do, I know, will be nothing short of brilliant. If only other film-makers put as much time and energy into their work as you do. If only we had more storytellers like you!
I started the letter with a gimmick. I will end it with another. On this celebrated platform, my blog, which has a few dozen followers and where I feel like a king, I recommend some must-watch-before-you-die movies. On an average I recommend one movie out of every fifty I watch. And I generally do not recommend a very new movie as time is the safest test of cinema's quality. But if there is one movie from recent times that every human must watch, watch it soon and then watch it again with friends and loved ones, it has to be 'The Brand New Testament'. As if the film needed validation from a self-obsessed, insignificant blogger like me!
With heartfelt gratitude (and apologies for all the drama)
A Film-buff
Mumbai, India.
This letter may upset you. And hence I suggest you read it completely. Because in the past forty days or so, before which I did not even know of you or your work, I have become deeply interested in guessing what might upset you, or make you sad. Because your movies do not provide me with any clue. Because you are one of those rare film-makers who make death look so wonderful and heart-break so endearing. And as I type these words, you are one of my biggest inspirations. Of course, this will not be upsetting for you in any way. What then? Please read on.
On November 1st I watched your latest film, 'The Brand New Testament' at Mumbai Film Festival and I was no more the same person. Your film did something beautiful deep within me as it should to anyone who watches it. It was the first screening of the film at our festival and I talked about it to everyone, on every platform. I started taking pride in recommending your film to one and all, praising it as the best film of the year and urging them to catch its final screening on the final day of the festival at a theatre more than thirty kilometres away on the other side of the town. In order to add more weight to my recommendation I used one line for everyone - "You will pray for me and wish well for me for one full year if you end your festival with this brilliant Belgian film!" And then, to add more credibility to those who were still contemplating if they should miss a couple of movies at our regular venue and travel all the way downtown to catch the show that would end around midnight, I announced I'm going to do the same.
So the closing day arrived. Since 2009 I have taken pride in watching, on an average, more than 30 films during the festival week and hence missing even one is not an easy decision. In order to re-watch this film of yours I had to miss two, for it also involved travelling all the way through the evening Mumbai-traffic. But then, when you are in love, it all seems fine, isn't it? So I reached the venue, only to realise that there have been indeed several people who have travelled all the way to make this film their closing film, people who eventually took my recommendation seriously, people who were all charmed by that one line of mine!
Until now, I don't think you have found any reason to feel upset, right? After all, I had acted like your unofficial, self-appointed PR guy! OK. So what followed next was the real nasty bit. Standing at the gate of the decades-old theatre at the mouth of Colaba Causeway in South Mumbai, I received the delegates with a proud smile - as if it were my film. When they took their seats, eager to experience the film that will close their festival, their favourite annual event, I felt excited and nervous - what if they don't like it too much - as if I were the writer-director. When the title 'The Brand New Testament' appeared on the screen, I started clapping, loudly, authoritatively, and soon the entire audience followed. I felt like a puppeteer who had engineered this event, and behaved as if I had brought the film to their eager eyes. And three minutes into the film, when they started reacting to it, I felt relieved. At the start of every scene, I would laugh alone, knowing where this scene is headed, thus pretending to be the film's biggest fan. And during its wonderful 110-minute run, I spent half of the time watching the faces of the audience beside and behind me, to see the magic of cinema unfold and make them happier and richer than they already were. The film was working, and I felt proud!
The show, needless to say, ended with a massive applause. It was a cathartic moment for me. And before they left, so many of them came to thank me and promised to pray for me for the year to come. I received their gratitude and praise for the movie as if it were my own brilliant imagination and exemplary execution, my own sweat and blood, my own piece of cinema. On the closing night of the Mumbai Film Festival Mr. Von Dormael, in my own limited world, I stole your thunder. For many among my friends and loved ones, the film has become synonymous with me, thanks to my manipulative tactics, while almost none of them remember your name! Now, you do feel upset, right?
Or, perhaps, you don't. I can say this after watching your entire filmography in the days that followed. They say you made stuff for kids and also worked in a circus before making your debut at the age of 34. 'Toto the Hero' (1991) - that wonderful, unforgettable ride about love, life and death won you Camera d'Or at Cannes, perhaps the biggest award a debutant director can hope for. In the next 24 years, you made only three more films. At the age of 58, your filmography has four feature films only! Every time you make a film in a language other than English, your country sends it to the Oscars. This includes 'The Eighth Day' (1996) and your latest. And when you made your only English-language film, it was the original and profound 'Mr. Nobody' (2009), that has gained massive cult-following over the years. In each of these films I could see traces of 'The Brand New Testament' - your entire filmography has one unique, solid voice and a timeless impact. Is their any filmmaker today whose cinema is so beautiful, hopeful, joyful and thoughtful as yours? Can any author today celebrate life without shying away from its painful side the way you so successfully do, movie after movie? This world would be a much better place if you made more movies and hence I hope your next film comes very, very soon. But perhaps we do not deserve more of you. Our cynicism cannot handle too much of the innocence your work exudes and hence perhaps you should take your time. Because whatever you do, I know, will be nothing short of brilliant. If only other film-makers put as much time and energy into their work as you do. If only we had more storytellers like you!
I started the letter with a gimmick. I will end it with another. On this celebrated platform, my blog, which has a few dozen followers and where I feel like a king, I recommend some must-watch-before-you-die movies. On an average I recommend one movie out of every fifty I watch. And I generally do not recommend a very new movie as time is the safest test of cinema's quality. But if there is one movie from recent times that every human must watch, watch it soon and then watch it again with friends and loved ones, it has to be 'The Brand New Testament'. As if the film needed validation from a self-obsessed, insignificant blogger like me!
With heartfelt gratitude (and apologies for all the drama)
A Film-buff
Mumbai, India.
September 28, 2015
Must Watch Before You Die #45: The 'Before...' Trilogy (1995-2013)
Several years ago, I had this really beautiful relationship with a very special girl. To be honest, it was far from being a relationship. It was just one year of phone conversations, and she did not feel for me the way I did for her. But that one year of bonding with her is one unforgettable chapter of my life. And out of all the conversations we had, I especially remember one. She was a girl of few words and, by her own confession, of limited imagination. And she hardly spoke at length and she hardly told me stories. But this one time she told me these words which were really, really special for me. She said:
Imagine a beautiful park. You are strolling in that park, and so am I. We find each other and we like talking to each other. But there is a fence separating the two of us. Both of us know that neither of us can cross that fence. So we walk along the fence, in wonderful togetherness, having an unforgettable time, and totally loving it. And then, we need to walk away from the fence and hence we go our different ways. We get busy with our other duties in that beautiful park of ours and never meet again. You know what is the best thing about this vision, when I think of you and me in that park? I see that there is no sadness, at all.
By the time that year of phone conversations ended, she got engaged and was soon married. We have not been in touch for all these years and it is unlikely that we will ever meet again to have any of similar conversations. This chapter, this really blessed chapter of my life, is over and is now only a part of the memories of my personal journey.
But then, I have been fortunate enough to experience more such relationships, of extra-ordinary connection, with other men and women, and some have been painfully romantic. Life has been unpredictible and life has been beautiful. And I have lived it with this simple mantra - when life offers you something, you have to say yes, unless it conflicts with your conscience. If it feels right, you have to go with the flow, and at times take the plunge, and the flight you experience with your fellow-traveller can enrich you in the most unexpected ways. You just have to keep faith.
You have to keep faith when you find some special, someone you connect with. You have to let go of certain inhibitions and you have to indulge. Because if you don't do that, you can never be sure. Suppose you find a stranger on a train and you want to talk to her. But you don't and you inhibit yourself. You will never get to know that she too wanted to talk to you. You will never get to know what could have happened if you really connected. But what if you did connect and felt that there is something beyond physical attraction in play here? Would you take another leap of faith and indulge in that person, despite it looks too soon, and too dangerous, and too crazy? Instead of wondering about all these questions and regretting later in your life, shouldn't we just follow our heart and do what feels right? I have always done that. Well, almost always. And I have never ever regretted any of those moments. And no wonder I have this tremendous sense of gratitude toward life, for gifting me with all those wonderful memories.
And one of the most wonderful gifts life has given me is this trilogy of films by Richard Linklater. If these three films do not qualify as "must-watch-before-you-die", nothing would. The greatness of these films is that they have all the amazing qualities of great movies - characters, dialogue, heart-wrenching conflict and breathtaking resolutions, but then, they have more. These three films are painted with the incredible sensation of passing of time, telling the story of eighteen years in less than twenty-four hours from the lives of our protagonists. This exceptional and unprecedented use of time makes these films not only great, but most original, inimitable, unforgettable and an inseparable part of you once you have experienced them.
But then I also feel there is so much more in these films that you overlook in the first watch. I am amazed how the first two films are "movie-like" because they take you through the magical phase of romantic love. And the last film is "life-like" as it deals with a long-standing relationship that is surviving all problems. There is so much to learn from Jesse and Celine, especially how they respectfully listen to each other during their long conversations. A very dear friend very rightly remarked that the biggest reason behind the strength and longevity of their relationship is that they know how to talk and listen to each other. I rewatched 'Before Midnight' just a few days ago and I had tears streaming down my face as it ended. I totally broke down admiring the divine, soulful connection of love these two display, time and again, holding each other's hands through life's worst moments. If only, we could be like them!
Can we be like them? Can we experience togetherness and love and understanding like this "American teenager" and this "old French woman"? Can life be so kind to us as it has been to them? Are we destined for something even half as beautiful? I think the answer to these questions lies in this line from Wim Wender's 'Wings of Desire' (1987). If you look carefully, you will agree with me that this line defines every plot point in the lives of the wonderful Celine and Jesse. I hope it will define every plot point of my life, and yours: I don't know if there's destiny. But there's a decision. Decide!
April 09, 2015
Epilogue: Of Vulnerabilities and Virtues
What a journey it has been, to complete this in-depth study
of this brilliant screenplay! It has given me a tremendous sense of
fulfillment, as this is the first script I have studied in such minute detail.
But more that that, this study has humbled me, and has made me wonder once
again at the power of the moving pictures.
There is one point I always m ake during my introductory
lecture at a writing workshop. We all will agree that the screenplay of a great
film is as rich and layered as a good novel, and is as true and relevant as the
stories from real life. What most of us do not realize is that the amount of
written word a screenplay uses to create this involving, enriching
story-experience is much, much less than that of novels. A typical screenplay
is less than 120 pages long, and each page has more blank space than letters
and words. If you formatted a screenplay like a novel, it would not take more
than 50 pages. To still achieve what great movies do is not only among the most
supreme achievements of writing, it is a wonder how they do it. ‘Casablanca’ is
and will always remain a prototype of what screenwriting can achieve.
It must be mentioned here that the script of ‘Casablanca’
was only half completed when the shoot began. The writing continued as they
shot. In fact during the last days of production, scenes were written on the
morning they were being shot. It might give us a wrong idea that this is how it
can be done. If this unorganized, ad hoc
writing could produce a movie of this stature, we could easily create
half-decent movies with similar approach. We must realize that the screenplay
was based on a play, and hence the story was very much in place when they
started shooting. The bottom-line of this discussion is – go ahead if you do
not have the patience to complete the dialogue draft and start shooting, but in
your head, and in the heads of all cast and crew, the story must be extremely
clear. And that story should be as powerful, rich, and emotionally involving as
this. As someone rightly remarked, and I cannot agree more, that the most
important thing for a film is not the script, but the story.
And what a brilliant story ‘Casablanca’ is. Using a unique,
but now dated setting, it works even today because it is based on certain
archetypes. It is the story of love and loss, of trust and betrayal, of loyalty
and courage, and thus it is and will always remain relatable for all of us. But
more than anything, it is the story of human vulnerabilities, against our most
intimate emotions as well as the brutal force around us. And it is the story of
winning over those vulnerabilities, with the help of our virtues, the inherent
goodness and strength deep within us. We love our characters in this film
because they are as vulnerable as we are, and we admire them because they are
as virtuous as we should be. And then, we really, really want to listen to this
story, and we want to know what happens in the end.
Despite adopting a classical three-act structure, this
script breaks some conventions, and breaks them really well. With an extremely
long set-up, and a very late arriving main plot, the film’s first act consumes
forty per cent of it. This is not only unusual, I would go on to say that it is
not advisable. But then, if this is the structure you want to adopt, the
screenplay teaches you how to do it. A MacGuffin introduced in the first page,
using extremely involving sub-plots to create the illusion of main plot, creating
some unforgettable cinematic characters, including those with small parts, and
giving them some of the best lines ever heard on film, the script keeps you
involved and guessing. It plays with your expectations, constantly, and it
delays exposition teasingly. The exposition also works because of a very solid
back-story, believable and very relatable. In fact, it is a wonder how the
emotional depth of the back-story, that actually becomes the emotional spine of
the film, has been conveyed to us so magically. During my latest re-watch of
the film, I was crying and smiling, as if it were my own story. I believe that
this emotional resonance the film manages to achieve has also to do with how it
controls it rhythm. It slows down at the right moments, to let us anticipate,
feel, think, and come closer to the emotional space of our characters, so that
when it picks up, we are not thinking any more, but reacting emotionally, and
urgently to whatever they are doing on screen.
The aural ambience of the film is almost unparalleled. It
does not have the irreverence of a Tarantino, nor the incision of an Allen. And
yet it is a classical example of how film dialogue should be – attractive,
pleasing at different levels, and most importantly, true to each character. And
then there are image systems, as discussed under the heading “themes” in the
ten preceding posts of mine. Since it is based on a play, there is a lot to
hear, but there also is a lot to see, and it goes beyond the charismatic
insouciance of Bogart or the endearing beauty of Bergman.
And then, the ending! “Wow them in the end!” – advises
Robert McKee’s character in ‘Adaptation’, the film where he claims ‘Casablanca’
to be the best screenplay ever written. I’m grateful to McKee for leading me to
this detailed study of this script and also for giving this mantra. I’ll always keep in mind the
climax of this film as an example of a “wow finish”, something that Rick
himself had seeded around mid-point.
A brilliant love story, an extremely engaging and powerful
political drama, with elements of urbane comedy and a musical, it is rich and
varied. It is driven by characters who will shine forever, and remind us of
what being human is, or can be. For its sheer brilliance, and timeless appeal,
I most humbly recommend ‘Casablanca’ as a must-watch-before-you die (#44),
before I formally conclude this study of its screenplay. Informally, studying
and learning from it will continue, for as long as I live. I am pretty certain
of that.
January 18, 2015
Must Watch Before You Die #43: The White Balloon (1995)

I love Iranian cinema, like most of you. However, this is the first Iranian film that I'm recommending in my series of must-watch movies. This should be a sign enough to suggest how seriously exclusive I want this list to be. But ten minutes into Jafar Panahi's debut feature, 'The White Balloon', and I knew this movie will make it to this recommendation.
It only improved. The screenplay by Abbas Kiarostami and the wonderful acting performances grip you unlike most films you are going to watch. And then their are little details of staging, and sound design, that showed to the world what Panahi was capable of. He won Camera d'or at Cannes that year, the highest award for a debutant director.
Why this film is a must watch? Because it will make you smile profusely. The pure innocence of the kids will make you forget the troubles of your own life. Because you can watch it again and again, alone or with family. It is only 80 minutes and hence you can watch it whenever you feel like. And of course, like most films from Iran, it has themes and symbolism that goes beyond the plot. The title of the movie itself is a big surprise! I won't talk much. You just have to watch it. NOW!!!
You can watch it by clicking here. Please do it soon. You never know when it goes off Youtube!
November 27, 2014
Must Watch Before You Die #42: Boyhood (2014)
On 15th of October, I watched 'Boyhood' for the first time at the Mumbai Film Festival and recommended it as a must-watch-before-you-die. Exactly one month later, on the 15th of November, I watched it again in a packed evening show. Since then, I cannot stop thinking about it and I feel the earlier post that carried a small discussion on it does not do justice to the film. Hence this post, and a stronger tone of recommendation.A couple of evenings ago, I was having a discussion with a friend, a psychologist and a mother of two, on this latest Linklater movie. It was I who had introduced her to the director's 'Before' trilogy, which she had loved, and I had been waiting for her reaction to 'Boyhood'. As expected, our discussion went on and on, both of us sharing different but doubtlessly agreeable perspectives on the film. Suddenly, I stopped her. "I had a feeling just now" I said. "I can picture several people in different parts of the world talking about this movie at this very instant." In that moment I realised what a powerful achievement the film is. It is not only being understood and analysed by an unquantifiable number of people, like most Linklater movies, but deep beneath its casual and impressive surface lies something that is the stuff of materpieces, and a rare human achievement.
One big reason why motion picture, since its invention, struck an instant chord with people all around the world was how it became a rare human expression that could so powerfully affect our temporal perception. When we read a novel, or watch a play, or when someone narrates us a story, we understand the passing of time in the world of those characters, but never really feel it. When an author writes - "Several years went by," we develop an intellectual understanding of years going by, and fill in the gaps, and readjust ourselves to the changed temporal reality of the story. We never actually feel the passing of those years. Motion picture can use and alter our sense of time in more powerful ways. Slow-motion or fast-motion cinematography makes us experience time in a way no human can experience unless being under the influence of an intoxicant. The use of real-time storytelling in cinema has been another unique achievement of the medium - a 100-minute story told in 100 minutes is a rare experience, operating not just at the level of narrative, but also mood, and tone, and sensory feeling. But despite being the most powerful medium to play with time, no film, none before 'Boyhood', had managed to convey the feeling of passing of such a long span in less than three hours. Cinema has told stories spanning over decades and centuries, even millennia ('2001: A Space Odyssey'), but by using the same trick that the novelists use - "Several years went by..." With the use of time transitions, and most commonly - different sets of actors, movies have traditionally made us understand that years have gone by, rather than making us feel it. The young Vijay starts running and that shot dissolves to the shot of the adult Vijay, now Amitabh Bachchan, and we know that time has passed. Imagine a movie where we would see the same young boy grow up before our eyes. He would never grow up to be Bachchan, and hence no one ever conceived a film like that. By covering twelve years in the lives of its characters, played by the same actors who also, obviously, have aged, 'Boyhood' unfolds itself like an experience no human has had before. It's not the turning of the pages of the diary of your teenaged years, not even the flipping of the photographs in your family album. It something more real, alive, vivid, and affecting than anything you have felt. It is like the strongest memories of your growing up stitched together without the loss of its minutest details. The movie experience that comes closest to 'Boyhood', and I am amused at myself while making this analogy, is the Harry Potter series. It shows seven years of the boy's growing up, and since the cast remains primarily the same, we do feel that we saw Harry et al grow up before our own eyes. But even this experience was spread over eight movies that we experienced over ten years! That Linklater's achievment is not only a landmark in cinema, but in the history of human art and expression is well reflected in this succinct assertion by Rolling Stones about the film: "There has simply never been anything like this movie!"
But is the fact that it was shot over twelve years using the same set of actors the only thing that makes 'Boyhood' a great film? Of course not. Because then it would be easy to beat it, right? Let us start making a film today to be released after twenty years. There you go - we have a greater film! We all know that it doesn't work like that. Even if we try to underplay the passion and the persistence that the makers of this 'project' possessed, writing new scenes every year, shooting for a few days, and then going back to their other commitments, before reuniting again next year, we cannot ignore the wonderfully written scenes that became its ingredients and the imaginative edit that seamlessly joined it, with unforgettable transitions. I would recommend watching this movie more than once because only then you stop bothering about the plot and the whats and focus on how the film is one great scene after another, delicious dialogues, charming performances, and a gutsy, authoritative, self-assured narrative pieced together by perhaps the most organic editing in the history of scripted fiction films. Without getting overtly dramatic, and not once losing its tone, the film mimics life itself. It is like a great Marquez novel, containing within itself all that is funny and all that is sad about the human condition, with insights and themes that speak differently to different people in the audience, and also that will speak differently to us at different stages in our lives. If you are not convinced by the greatness of the film, try watching it about ten years down the line and you will find how the film appears all fresh. Today, I react to it like a son, although I relate most with the young boyish-man character played by Ethan Hawke. But ten years from today, I think I would react to it as a husband, or a father. How often does cinema come with this unique ability to reinvent itself with every passing decade? What else can be called 'timeless' if not this? And which other film can be called 'an unassuming masterpiece' as Peter Travers calls it in his glorious review of it?Despite loving all kinds of movies and celebrating all the filmmakers we have among us today, in my heart I know that the biggest achievements in cinema are over, achieved by the films of the past. Technological innovation is the only tool cinema possesses today, the grammar of its craft and the originality of its narrative has already been explored to almost its fullest. But in 'Boyhood', we have a modern film that stands tall amidst its peers and contemporaries, and the great films of the past. It has given us something to talk about with the cinephiles of the next generation whom we will tell how we had waited for this movie, had excitedly watched its trailer, and then had experienced it on big screen with hundreds of equally enthusiastic women and men. And some, like me, would show-off by saying that we watched it more than once on the big screen, and immediately proclaimed it as one of the greatest achievement by not just a film-maker, but an artist, and a human.
July 19, 2014
Must Watch Before You Die #41: The Piano (1993)
I'm in Thiruvananthapuram, attending the Documentary and Short Film Festival of Kerala and it is late in the night. In a few hours, 'Tamaash' will be screened here. And I'm tired and need to go to sleep. However, I cannot have a peaceful sleep unless I do this thing I have to - recommend this beautiful and moving film I watched on the train, as a must watch. I will keep the post brief for obvious reasons.
What makes a successful film? I think the only essential ingredient for a powerful and popular film is 'characters'. If you have cinematic characters the audience can relate to and care for and who inspire the audience and earn their admiration, you may succeed as a film-maker. Most great films also have a very strong story weaved around these characters played wonderfully by the actors. Some of these great films also have beautiful camerawork and stunning visual design. But not all great film have all the ingredients fitting so perfectly that they leave you spellbound. What if a film told an unusual, yet relatable story of unforgettable characters and great performances from actors, using a location and setting that was an exotic treat where every frame was lit and composed so well that you wanted to create a million posters out of them, had dialogue rich in flavor and texture, used sound and music so hypnotically that you forgot time and space, and ended up being something that was not just a story, but also a poem, and a novel, and an emotional experience you would not want to end? And what if that film made a strong statement about the human condition, and our desires and their morality, with only the shades of grey to paint each character, big and small, so seamlessly and effortlessly that it left you intellectually and socio-politically shaken?
Well, 'The Piano' is one such film - an absolute triumph in every possible way! Watch it TODAY! And I'm sure you would like to revisit it several times in your lives. I definitely would.
What makes a successful film? I think the only essential ingredient for a powerful and popular film is 'characters'. If you have cinematic characters the audience can relate to and care for and who inspire the audience and earn their admiration, you may succeed as a film-maker. Most great films also have a very strong story weaved around these characters played wonderfully by the actors. Some of these great films also have beautiful camerawork and stunning visual design. But not all great film have all the ingredients fitting so perfectly that they leave you spellbound. What if a film told an unusual, yet relatable story of unforgettable characters and great performances from actors, using a location and setting that was an exotic treat where every frame was lit and composed so well that you wanted to create a million posters out of them, had dialogue rich in flavor and texture, used sound and music so hypnotically that you forgot time and space, and ended up being something that was not just a story, but also a poem, and a novel, and an emotional experience you would not want to end? And what if that film made a strong statement about the human condition, and our desires and their morality, with only the shades of grey to paint each character, big and small, so seamlessly and effortlessly that it left you intellectually and socio-politically shaken?
Well, 'The Piano' is one such film - an absolute triumph in every possible way! Watch it TODAY! And I'm sure you would like to revisit it several times in your lives. I definitely would.
May 12, 2014
Must Watch Before You Die #40: Enter the Void (2009)
I have taken more than six months to come up with this new recommendation as a "must watch", the last being 'Holy Motors' (2012), despite having watched several great movies in this period. But I am very glad while doing this because 'Enter the Void' fits perfectly into the idea that had made me start this series more than three years ago. If you have not watched this hypnotizing, stunning, dream-like, trance-like fim, you are seriously missing out on something. It is indulgance at its best, and watching it makes you feel dizzy, and ecstatic, because the pleasure it offers to your senses is extraordinary by any standards. Very early in the film is a brilliant play of light and sounds, reminding you of the Stargate sequence from '2001: A Space Oddyssey' and you really don't want it to end. Exceptional in its beauty, it may even inspire you to try hard drugs, if this is really what they make you experience. I couldn't tell, but let me confess honestly that I did ponder over the possibility of following our largely-invisible protagonist into the world of substance. I must be grateful to the rest of the film that not only, through the painful journey the guy experiences, kind of warned me against such an experiment, but also let me have a long, intimate glimpse of what a "trip" could be without any real danger. The film, is a trip. But it's also a wonderful meditation on the issues of death, afterlife, reincarnation, out-of-body experiences, incest, and love. You may not want to watch it with your kids or your parents, but you must watch this film, and it would be great if you could couple it with a mental state that suits it well. I will write briefly about my mental state as I watched it, before signing off.I was in Devprayag. It is a small hill town seventy kilometers northward from Rishikesh in Uttarakhand. It is the place where the two major tributeries, Alaknanda and Bhagirathi, merge into each other to form the Ganges. I had reached there in the afternoon, and after my much-needed siesta, I went out to make a call to my brother to let him know where I am (The visit to this town was a part of an unplanned, several weeks long solo trip I had taken in the hills during this April). I had to go out as my phone had no network and I had to rely on the local phone booths. Hardly I knew that this phone call will become one I won't ever want to forget. Our first film, "Tamaash" had won a National Award and I was completely unaware of it as friends and family celebrated in joy unbound. After having talked with Devanshu and then my Mom, I returned to my little room, that overlooked the excited, noisy Bhagirathi. From my window I could see the moon rise from behind the hills, and could hear the water forcibly break the stillness of the town, and I slowly allowed the news to sink in. I cannot explain how liberating it was to realise that I, at that special moment, was completely alone, and utterly unreachable for anyone, with no phone or internet connectivity. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't have called anyone as the phone booths were shut. Even if I desired, I couldn't have read the congratulatory messages on Facebook. And it was in that moment of liberated and bissful solitude that I decided to pamper myself with this amazing film experience called 'Enter the Void'! Some film experiences go beyond their run-time. This, for me, was definitely one such experience. Magical. Mad. And infinitely memorable.
October 28, 2013
Mumbai 2013 Day #7: Ending on a High!
It is very important for a festival to end well, or for anything to end well, for that matter. Since you can not predict the qualities of individual movies in such festivals, it is always a risk you take by making your choices. As always, a well-informed choice is generally a better choice. I was expecting the final day to be good, because some of the most high-profile movies were left. But I had no idea it will be such a great day that it will actually conclude my festival on such a high note."Vic+Flo Saw a Bear" (Canada/ 2013) by Denis Cote was an impressive "festival" film that started my final day. Of course, same-sex love stories are a very common feature of today's cinema. But this film successfully created a powerful crime drama with such a backdrop, without bothering to answer too many questions.
"Bekas" (Sweden-Finland-Iraq/ 2013) by Karzan Kader is a film I would recommend to anyone. A heart-warming adventure-comedy involving two little brothers from Iraq who set out for "America" completely deserved the tremendous applause it received. Watch it as soon as you can.
This extreme positive reaction from the audience continued all through the day, with "The Rocket" (Australia-Laos-Thailand/ 2013) by Kim Mordaunt and "Ilo Ilo" (Singapore/ 2013) Anthony Chen. Both first films by their respective film-makers, and both official entries at the Oscars by their respective countries (Australia and Singapore) are among the most talked-about films this year. And both were extremely well-made, sensitive films, that very easily inspired an overwhelming applause from the audience.
And then, my final film of the festival. I had watched it last year, and the opportunity to watch it again on big screen was just too tempting. More importantly, it is the perfect closing film for any week-long celebration of cinema. "Holy Motors" (France/ 2012) by Leos Carax is a mad odyssey, an indulgent but grand tribute to the medium of cinema, as well as to the life and work of actors. Last year, I had almost recommended this film as a must-watch-before-you-die, but I didn't, as I wanted to be very sure before I did that. This time, I am sure. If there is one film out of the 33 I watched this festival that I would call a must-watch, it is this. (#39)
P.S. This post is late by a few days, as it talks about the 7th day of the festival, that is 24th October.
September 19, 2013
Toronto in Andheri 2013
As mentioned in a previous post, I did organise my own "Toronto in Andheri Film Festival" and ended up watching 10 films in the last few days. The greatest pleasure of such an exercise is to watch some films you wouldn't otherwise, and discover new film-makers. This time, I also watched a couple of films that I had been waiting to watch for a long, long time.As before, I am embedding the online links of the movies to their titles below. Here are the movies that made my last few days very special:
Opening Film: Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (People's Choice Award 2000/Taiwan-Hong Kong-US-China/ Ang Lee) This famous martial-arts fable was a film I had been waiting to watch forever. For many, this was the film that led them to discover Ang Lee. Since I was late, it was my fifth film by him. And the perfect to kickstart start my festival.
Nobody Waved Good-Bye (1964/ Canada/ Don Owen) Since 1984, TIFF has been conducting a poll of the Best Canadian Films of All Time every decade. In its first poll, this coming-of-age film was voted at #9, a film that has rekindled in me the love for long lenses.
Wavelength (1967/ Canada/ Michael Snow) This is one of the most famous short films in cinema history. In what appears to be a single forty-five minute shot, all we get to see is a slow zoom-in from one edge of a room to a photograph on the opposite wall. The film requires some serious patience, but is compulsory viewing for anyone looking for experimental cinema.
Exotica (Best Canadian Feature Film 1994/ Canada/ Atom Egoyan) Today considered one of the best Canadian films of all time, it will remain unforgettable for me, especially because of the mood it builds with the use of Indian-fusion music, and generous nudity. Truly mesmerising.
Incendies (Best Canadian Feature Film 2010/ Canada/ Denis Villeneuve) The twin children of a just-died woman receive in her will some instructions that she wanted them to follow. The two embark on a journey that reveal some ugly truths about their mother and themselves. Mysterious and involving, and with a shocker of an ending, this French-Arabic film went on to earn an Oscar nomination for Best Foreign Film.
Mon oncle Antoine (1971/ Canada/ Claude Jutra) Widely considered the Greatest Canadian Film of All Time, including the three once-a-decade polls by TIFF, it is funny and it is sad. The film taught me something I'll never forget - to include sufficient well-thought POV shots in the coverage, especially if the film involves a strong "point-of-view character".
Whale Rider (People's Choice Award 2002/ New Zealand/ Niki Caro) This is what I love so much about world cinema. This film tells us the story of a Maori community and turns out to be an unforgettable fable. Before this, I knew nothing about this community and their culture, something I read about as soon as the film ended. And suddenly my life felt richer. The fourteen-year old Keisha Castle-Hughes became the youngest actress to earn an Oscar nomination, a record that she held until this year.
Jesus of Montreal (International Critics' Award 1989/ Canada/Denys Arcand) The similarities with 'Rang De Basanti' (2006) are glaring. But it would be wrong to call the Indian film a copy of this very famous Canadian film, placed at #2 twice by TIFF's last two polls (1993 and 2004). The film was nominated for Foreign Film Oscar, but lost to 'Cinema Paradiso'.
Veronika Voss (International Critics' Award 1982/ Germany/ Rainer Werner Fassbinder) It is always a treat to watch a film by a master at a festival. And 'Veronika Voss' is a stunningly beautiful film, that makes B&W look more powerful than all colours put together. For its immaculate compositions and gutsy lighting, I will keep revisiting this film.
Closing Film: Antonia's Line (People's Choice Award 1995/ Netherlands/ Marleen Gorris) Rightly called a "feminist fairy tale", this Dutch film does what films seldom do. Breaking the rules of conventional film-writing, with a narrative reminiscent of a Marquez novel, and the words flowing like some of the great poems you have read, this Oscar-winner is not only the perfect closing film for this beautiful experience of a festival, but I also name it as a Must-watch-before-you-die. (#38)This year's "real" TIFF brought another good news for Indian cinema, as Anup Singh's Punjabi film "Qissa" won the NETPAC award for the Best Asian Film from a first/second-time director. Watch its trailer here.
August 02, 2013
Must Watch Before You Die #37: Eraserhead (1977)
I introduced a new movie to the current batch of students I am teaching the subject 'Understanding Cinema'. One day before the screening, I sent this SMS to the students: The screening of "the strangest film ever made" will start at 2.10 pm sharp. Please have a light lunch before it starts. Empty or too full stomachs will make it difficult for you to watch the film. Also, feel free to walk out as I don't expect all of you to bear it entirely.This is the film after watching which some six years ago I had exclaimed with disgust that this is the worst film I had seen in my life. Of course, I eventually realised I couldn't have been more wrong. Even if you ignore its originality and its guts, you cannot not appreciate its impeccable craft - the stunning cinematography, the amazingly intricate sound, and the incredible special effects. That it remains one of the biggest mysteries of cinema - the interpretation and little details like the 'monster baby' - further adds to the 'must watch' tag of the film. Among all the movies I have recommended here, perhaps this is the one which truly deserves the throne of "One film you must watch before you die".
How strange can a film be? All of us have seen strange plots and characters, where nothing makes sense. All of us have seen confusing gender-bending movies, where you don't know whether this is body horror or black comedy. We have seen movie-puzzles, and have spent hours trying to crack them. We have seen repulsive and disgusting films, experimental films, mood films, and sci-fi films that are painfully slower than anything else. But trust me on this. You have not watched anything stranger than this film, the first by the great American surrealist master, David Lynch, a prime example of avant-garde cinema, and its biggest contribution lies in the boundaries it has stretched and the extremes it has shown regarding what cinema can do or achieve.
Considered by many as the greatest American debut after 'Citizen Kane', this film is strange from its first shot. And every ten minutes, it keeps getting stranger. Mid-way into it, when you feel that you have already watched the most disgusting images of your life, it will surprise you again, proving that things can get even filthier, and scarier, and more repulsive than what you have watched. This graph of rising weirdness will finally lead into an explosive climax that will remain one of the most unforgettable experiences of your life. If cinema could be music, this film is a glorious cacophony, celebrating the ugliness of life and minds through its form. If cinema could be sculpture, this film is a celebration of texture, indulging in mud and dust, and metal and hair and flesh and body fluids. When I described to my Mom, what this film shows, she turned livid - "It is films like these that have spoiled your mind!" The moral of the story is this - do not share the details of this film with people who care for you. Just experience it. As one of the critics has rightly said - "Eraserhead" is no ordinary film. It is a pure sensory experience that will haunt you for life. Just sit back, and get disturbed.
June 17, 2013
Must Watch Before You Die #36: Ijaazat (1987)
Wim Wenders' 'Wings of Desire' (1987) has a line that I am going to use all my life when lost for directions, spoilt for choices, or faced with life-changing situations. That line summarises my world view, and my actions. It is: "I don't know if there is a destiny. But there is a decision. Decide."
As film-writers, we learn the difference between chance-driven events and character-driven events. While developing the plot, we try our best to make the events, especially the irreversible events or the Plot Points, look like results of believable actions or decisions by a character, rather than an accident or 'an act of destiny'. Why do we try to achieve that? Because in films (as in other forms of fiction), a chance-driven event is actually the 'decision' of the writer, that a smart audience figures out, sub-consciously if not consciously, while by letting the event be driven more convincingly by a character, the writer hides and the audience never realises the manipulation. I will give you an example. In DDLJ (1995), Raj tells Simran's Mom that he will not elope with her. But he will earn her and wait for the day when her Dad hands her over to him. This is a decision made by the writer, but hidden under the 'decision making ability' of the hero. The audience is lost admiring the hero and his guts and his principles, and forgets that it was actually the work of the writer. On the other hand, a little later in the film, a photograph of the love-birds floats around the house full of people to finally be spotted by someone and thus the story is changed irreversibly. This is a chance-driven event that makes an intelligent audience react not as favourably as the event mentioned above. Most of us feel, at that moment, that it is after all only a film! The efforts of the film-writer to make the audience forget that they are watching a film and make them lose themselves in the world of the characters are compromised if the writer relies too heavily on such chance-driven events. It makes things melodramatic. And the audience reacts: "This is how it happens in movies!"
The very same audience does not question the authenticity of such chance-driven events in real life. All of us keep coming across instances from our lives which are stranger than fiction. And we try to explain those with such terms like karma, connection of the souls, God's will, or simply, an act of destiny. Lovers always believe in such things. That makes them feel 'special' and 'made for each other' and enhances their belief in their relationships, if such events are positive, and full of misery and doubts, if such events are negative. Worse, in a bad state of mind, we tend to blame the character for a negative chance-driven event, while we praise the destiny for all pleasant accidents. Better sense prevails only with more wisdom, better communication, or over time. But often, it is too late by then. Most relationships fail because of lack of honest and appropriate communication and wrong choices made at the wrong times under the influence of strong but potentially misguiding emotions. If only we could know our destiny, if there is one. Or if only, at least, we could take rights decisions at the right time...
In the same year as 'Wings of Desire', Gulzar wrote and directed what I consider his masterpiece, and which is my favourite Hindi film of all time. The film and its characters inspire us to look at all relationships, however complicated and morally or socially 'forbidden' in a non-judgmental way, with greater empathy for the people involved in such relationships. Every time I watch it, I am filled with enormous and endless admiration for people who can co-exist without malice or mistrust by simply being honest with each other, enduring all troubles, including numerous moments of doubts, pain, and grudges. Every time I watch it I cry at the cruel game destiny sometimes plays with us, changing our lives forever, and robbing us of our most precious companions. And lately when I watched it, I shivered with that dread of a similar loss and the subsequent pain if the same happened to me. When characters as mature as those shown in the film can eventually suffer so much, who are you and I? The only consolation I find is in the fact that the same mature characters did not communicate as well as I do, or want to do, and thus they spoiled their chances. If only they had followed what one of them suggests to the other pretty early in the film: "Zindagi ko lagaam mat daaliye. Aapke rokne se ye nahin rukegi. Jo sach hai, aur sahi hai, wahi kijiye." Isn't this exactly the same thought as reflected in the line from 'Wings of Desire'?
'Ijaazat' earns the distinction of being the first Hindi film that I am recommending here as a Must Watch, not just because of its amazing structure, unforgettable characters, incredible performances, and the devastating catharsis it provides, but for everything that it can teach you to lead a life with more fulfilment and pride, and lesser regret.
P.S. It is available on YouTube, at this link.
As film-writers, we learn the difference between chance-driven events and character-driven events. While developing the plot, we try our best to make the events, especially the irreversible events or the Plot Points, look like results of believable actions or decisions by a character, rather than an accident or 'an act of destiny'. Why do we try to achieve that? Because in films (as in other forms of fiction), a chance-driven event is actually the 'decision' of the writer, that a smart audience figures out, sub-consciously if not consciously, while by letting the event be driven more convincingly by a character, the writer hides and the audience never realises the manipulation. I will give you an example. In DDLJ (1995), Raj tells Simran's Mom that he will not elope with her. But he will earn her and wait for the day when her Dad hands her over to him. This is a decision made by the writer, but hidden under the 'decision making ability' of the hero. The audience is lost admiring the hero and his guts and his principles, and forgets that it was actually the work of the writer. On the other hand, a little later in the film, a photograph of the love-birds floats around the house full of people to finally be spotted by someone and thus the story is changed irreversibly. This is a chance-driven event that makes an intelligent audience react not as favourably as the event mentioned above. Most of us feel, at that moment, that it is after all only a film! The efforts of the film-writer to make the audience forget that they are watching a film and make them lose themselves in the world of the characters are compromised if the writer relies too heavily on such chance-driven events. It makes things melodramatic. And the audience reacts: "This is how it happens in movies!"
The very same audience does not question the authenticity of such chance-driven events in real life. All of us keep coming across instances from our lives which are stranger than fiction. And we try to explain those with such terms like karma, connection of the souls, God's will, or simply, an act of destiny. Lovers always believe in such things. That makes them feel 'special' and 'made for each other' and enhances their belief in their relationships, if such events are positive, and full of misery and doubts, if such events are negative. Worse, in a bad state of mind, we tend to blame the character for a negative chance-driven event, while we praise the destiny for all pleasant accidents. Better sense prevails only with more wisdom, better communication, or over time. But often, it is too late by then. Most relationships fail because of lack of honest and appropriate communication and wrong choices made at the wrong times under the influence of strong but potentially misguiding emotions. If only we could know our destiny, if there is one. Or if only, at least, we could take rights decisions at the right time...
In the same year as 'Wings of Desire', Gulzar wrote and directed what I consider his masterpiece, and which is my favourite Hindi film of all time. The film and its characters inspire us to look at all relationships, however complicated and morally or socially 'forbidden' in a non-judgmental way, with greater empathy for the people involved in such relationships. Every time I watch it, I am filled with enormous and endless admiration for people who can co-exist without malice or mistrust by simply being honest with each other, enduring all troubles, including numerous moments of doubts, pain, and grudges. Every time I watch it I cry at the cruel game destiny sometimes plays with us, changing our lives forever, and robbing us of our most precious companions. And lately when I watched it, I shivered with that dread of a similar loss and the subsequent pain if the same happened to me. When characters as mature as those shown in the film can eventually suffer so much, who are you and I? The only consolation I find is in the fact that the same mature characters did not communicate as well as I do, or want to do, and thus they spoiled their chances. If only they had followed what one of them suggests to the other pretty early in the film: "Zindagi ko lagaam mat daaliye. Aapke rokne se ye nahin rukegi. Jo sach hai, aur sahi hai, wahi kijiye." Isn't this exactly the same thought as reflected in the line from 'Wings of Desire'?
'Ijaazat' earns the distinction of being the first Hindi film that I am recommending here as a Must Watch, not just because of its amazing structure, unforgettable characters, incredible performances, and the devastating catharsis it provides, but for everything that it can teach you to lead a life with more fulfilment and pride, and lesser regret.
P.S. It is available on YouTube, at this link.
May 30, 2013
Must Watch Before You Die #35: Scenes from a Marriage (1973)

I love you in my selfish way, and I think you love me, in your fussy, pestering way. We love each other like people do here on earth...
There are two realities I have lived and experienced in the nearly three decades of my life, when it comes to the topic of marriage. Both realities are as intimate with me as they can be, and both are as opposite from each other as possible. And as expected, these realities reflect in my love for movies as well.
I was born and brought up in a world where marriage was, and still is, an undeniable truth of adult life. Small towns in our country, almost everywhere in this vast cultural collage that we call India, have a very traditional and typical way of looking at the institution of marriage. One has to marry after reaching a certain age, and mostly, the marriage is arranged by the elders of the families. Those getting married are supposed to accept the decisions of these elders with respect and dignity and, if possible, joy. Love marriages are rare, and if it is an inter-caste or inter-religion marriage it is almost certain that the families will not approve of it. It takes a lot of courage from a parent, who always claimed to have loved his or her child, to agree to that against the norms of the world around them. After marriage, the couple is expected to live through it in good times or bad and make sure the problems between them do not escape their bed-room. I have immense respect for such an institution of marriage. I am amazed to see how successful most arranged marriages are. It intrigues me how two families are bonded forever after one stressful night of unending rituals. It scares me to know how two people are almost forced to be united in body and soul without actually getting to know each other. It pains me to realize how a daughter leaves her home forever, to set-up a new world for herself. This reality is a part of my family, my traditions, their expectations from me, and I can never detach myself from it completely. This reality is the reason why I loved 'Vivah' (2006) despite its uni-dimensional characters and trite situations. I cried and smiled while watching that film, and I completely understand why the biggest success this film had was in the state of Bihar. If you accept the culture and beliefs of the people of that part of India, you will understand too.
However, I know that I do not want to be a part of that reality. And the answer to that is in the other reality that I discovered later. I left home when I was eleven. And have grown up to be an individual more concerned about himself than his family. I am more-or-less self-reliant in every way. However I long for someone to take care of me when I am not well, and bear my tantrums, and serve me good food every day. For the past eighteen years of my life, I have been away from all these privileges. All others from my world have got all this whenever they wanted. Add to this the kind of environment I was brought up in - eight years in an ashrama during my adolescence, and five years in an army institue during my early adulthood. My emotional side was almost forced to get suppressed by the intellectual disciplining of mind. I became more and more detached from my first reality. That my first love-affair ended badly did not help either. And around the same time, I discovered the expression of my self-centered, intellectual, alienated self in the cinema of Europe. Kieslowski became my favorite director and psychological dramas became my favorite genre. This new reality was a world of greys, complicated and difficult, less romantic than the world of Rajshri but very real. All my relationships after my first have been complicated. My sense of morality is pretty radical from that of the world around me, and I believe a man's biggest duty is towards himself. I also find myself not judging people but trying to understand the mechanism behind their allegedly wrong or right behaviour. I am completely fine with the morality of the lead characters in Kieslowski's 'White' (1994). If my people, back home, can accept the culture and beliefs of the world that is inside and around me, they too will be fine with it.
But most likely they will not. Ever. These two worlds will never understand each other. The characters from 'Vivah' will turn completely silent if they meet the characters from 'Three Colours: White'. The characters from the latter will possibly laugh at those from the first, but in their heart of hearts admire and envy them. And amidst these two conflicting worlds, marriage for me is and will remain a fascination, and a puzzle, that I will constantly try to figure out, whether I get married or not. It is a truth I can not close my eyes to. I will miss it if I don't experience it, and I will bear its pains if I do. As of now, I will leave it to destiny.
Ingmar Bergman's 'Scenes from a Marriage' (1973) will remind you of the films by Kieslowski. And it will remind you of the films by Gulzar. It will make you wonder how Sooraj Barjatya would react to it. Unlike any other Bergman film, a master film-maker whom I had always admired cerebrally for his surreal and philosophical dramas that never really tormented my heart or affected my soul, this film will make you think about your married life, whether you are married or not, and will remind you of all couples around you. Most importantly, it will make you cry miserably, deep within if not the actual act of weeping, and will connect you at an emotional level that you'd crave to go into the lives of the lead characters and help them out. But it will also make you believe that you can not. The man and the wife will have to do it themselves, amidst the magical bliss and the ugly pains that marriage brings with itself. Perhaps the only connection between the two realities is that the problems between the two should not leave the bed-room. Often, that is not the case.
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