A Man Escaped Review

Routine, in an intelligent man, is a sign of ambition. Our hero Fontaine is blessed with intelligence, and circumstances make having ambitions a dire necessity for him. Thankfully, the same goes for our storyteller Bresson, whose peerless mastery of his craft make him yearn for a masterpiece and nothing less. The result is ‘A Man Escaped’, an astounding story where the truth is far more powerful than anything the fiction can conjure. You will watch it absolutely convinced, thrilled and mesmerized. All that cinema can do is done here.

As aforementioned, much of this movie is bound in routine. The title sabotages any cheap pay-off in the form of the impending fate of the escape. We know beforehand that he does, always one-step ahead of the dubious Fontaine, yet the more we knew, the greater the fear.

Bresson here takes a great risk, and it works brilliantly. He chooses for much of the action to center on the method of the escape, and what happens is that we gradually we sink into Fontaine’s world, scrutinizing every possibility and even the impossible ones. Here Bresson illustrates how the escape works in the chasm of his mind, not just as a physical process most fancy, but rather an exercise in inspiration.

Yet as the intricacies of the thought warp us, we see the thinker taking shape before us. And as he tries one approach and then another, we see the process of his mind at work. Yet it is part of the movie’s formal brilliance that, suddenly, during its final 10 minutes, too much seems to be happening.

The film clocks in at 99 minutes, and it Bresson’s genius that makes us feel that a minute less or more, and the whole movie would have crashed in on itself. The reason why it gathers so much power, is that Bresson knew exactly what he wanted to say, and what he wanted to say was so succinct by nature, that he only had time to tell the truth.

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Piravi Review

Cinema’s modus operandi can be capsulized in three basic steps – concocting a ship of emotions, warping us within them and then scupper itself. So, as a medium, I believe cinema has been inherently blessed with the ability to educe a reaction or the another from the audience, even if just the shock of the shattering of the world it encapsulates us in.

But there are exceptions, and what this piece emanated from is a duly fascination with coming across one. ‘Piravi’ is the first movie in a long time to leave me speechless. I firmly believe the tone has something to do with it. That to choose nature over plot and characters in the exordium to acclimatize me to the pace of the film (which is of life itself) had something pivotal to do with the hanging feeling of a very non-absence of a cinematic world to play these characters in.

I also feel the actors had something to do with it as well. The way Premji conducts himself throughout the movie makes it impossible to think that he exists outside it, as if his body and this role are as inscrutably bound to each other as destiny to life.

The settings are the final nail in the coffin. I don’t remember the last time where pretendedly, a movie had a cultural identity of its own, which made it feel like it belonged to the place from where it tells the tale. The cut-off locale in Piravi makes everything seem complete and everyone to have an obstinate, sure and self-sufficient place. The brute routines give the appearance of a place which exists beyond the realms of time and space, only bound by peerless ennui.

It was William Wordsworth who put it as succinctly as anyone can, that the child is the father of the man. What Piravi is about at its crux, is the loss of that man. Towards the denouement, there is a scene in a boat which is moving for a multiplicity of reasons, one of which being is that Chakyar is no different from the baby which clings to his mother. His mind has resorted itself to the only comfort that babies know of, which is the stability of love and the least care of who they get it from.

In a recent conversation I had, the question of the importance of art came up. My answer was ‘Every passing day, we look at the harsh realities of life materializing all around us. We see our worst nightmares being the living reality of most. And what do we do ? We look away. Away from all that causes us malaise. And after that, we return back to our bearing of common place individuals in sepulchral cities trying to filch a little more money from each other. This is where art comes in. It forces us to look at the truth, into ourselves, shows us how our morality is nothing but a mere farce, exploits our conscience and aims to change our very nature, to makes us into individuals who sympathize with all and hate none. As Jean Luc-Godard said ‘Cinema is truth 24 frames per second’. Piravi is truth

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Fallen Angels Review

I often bore my readers by complaining about how bored I am by formula movies that recycle the same moronic elements. Now finally, here’s a movie not on autopilot. Watching Fallen Angels is like entering a world of its own for it can exist solely in the mind of Wong Kar Wai and no one else. Every once in a while you come across such movies, with the worlds they engender being like none other in memory, each of them staking out a completely new place and colonizing them with peerless imagination. Believe me, Fallen Angels is like nothing you have seen before.

While watching it, you will either resolutely resist it or absolutely give yourself over to it. Now which of these paths your emotions let you tread on, I haven’t the faintest of ideas. Yet there is one thing that I can say with utmost veracity and that is, that the enticing invitation that Kar Wai extends into this phantasmagoria that he concocts is enough to hold you spellbound till the credits roll.

The music, the camera, the lighting, the colors, all of which ran on different latitudes while I was watching Chungking Express, come on the same plane here and fabricate an orgasmic experience for the senses as well as the mind. The color pallet on play is so exuberant and blithe that, yes, I can only compare it to The Double Life of Veronique. And even in Kieslowski’s world, they could not cease being separate elements while in Kar Wai’s world, the lights do not subsist to accentuate the feel. They rather seem to emanate from within the characters themselves, from their moods, emotions, senses.

I can’t seem to remember any scene in recent cinema which such striking sensuality as the masturbation sequence with Michelle Reis. The music sets the mood, the lights fill the gaps and by the time (which seems like forever when the scene plays out) her hands reach between her legs, we are with her – writhing in pleasure in what seems to be a lust for life that Kar Wai arouses from within us, far more titillating than any ample skin show that the naive resort to.

I have watched Chungking Express and In The Mood For Love, yet watching Fallen Angels, it felt as if it was the first Kar Wai I was watching. I admired the aforementioned movies, and share with countless other lovers of cinema, a deep admiration for the innovative lighting, camera movement and editing they have, yet that admiration is all that those movies seemingly educed in me. On the other hand, watching Fallen Angels, I saw an artist, unable to conceal the very depth of his vision, standing completely naked before his audience. All the techniques and plethora of characters he bombards us with seems to be nothing but a farce to distract us, to ward us off from coming across that beating heart of his which he conceals in every passing frame. To watch Fallen Angels, was to understand who Wong Kar Wai was, as an artist and more importantly, as a human being. And to say what most of those who I have and will come across in my life will not have the misfortune to hear, I guess I like him.

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Eraserhead Review

The world of Eraserhead seems like a spiritual extension of the theories Jack Ripper propounded in Doctor Strangelove. The precious bodily fluids have been polluted and the world has plummeted into an apocalyptic bedlam following a probable nuclear explosion. The chasm between the world and those who inhabit it has become illogical, pathetic and absurd. No wonder it was one of Stanley Kubrick’s favorite movies.

Eraserhead works like all of Lynch’s other works, in tone rather than plot. We are so confined in the world of these characters, so intrigued by the absurdity that we ‘demand’ an explanation. Yet Lynch knows better than to give one, for any payoff it seems would be impotent when compared to the set-off.

Which brings me to think, is the set-off the payoff ? Is the very invitation Lynch extends into the absurd world of his the point of his works ? His movies seem to start in the middle of nowhere, end in the same way as well and in between, the magic happens. Furthermore, the structure accentuates our lack of satisfaction in whatever answers we think we encounter.

The film continually makes a gesture to itself as a source of meaning and discovery independent of the protagonists, and the audience ceaselessly tries to attribute a final meaning to the affairs. Yet Lynch evokes rather than supply. Hesitate to put a final meaning to Eraserhead, dear reader, but rather try energetically, even frantically, to figure out what Lynch has asked to have experienced, to have noticed and understood.

Eraserhead stands like an enigma cloaked in a mystery, a labyrinth without a center. For me, it even worked as a personal expression of the agony of Lynch himself as an artist, projecting himself in the form of The Man In The Planet, agonizing in pain with every pull of the lever of the stage he is setting up. Lynch knows that no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams. The realization dawns upon on him with every passing frame that we live and as we dream – alone.

Eraserhead is a movie about a plethora of characters searching for a movie to fit themselves in. Where are they going ? We don’t know. Lynch doesn’t say.

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Thoughts on Life Itself

A realization has dawned upon me that all the words in English language, or for any language for that matter, fail to express even the minuscule of what one actually feels, for they are nothing but sounds designating concepts and these concepts are more or less frequently recurring and associated group of sensations, basically – just arrant commonness and our emotions happen to be beyond that. Another duly realization is that through incessant use and reuses, the phrase ‘life-changing’ has lost the ability to refer to anything but itself. So when I thought to open this piece of writing with the words ‘Roger Ebert changed my life’, I realized it was an obligation on my part to point out the trappings of language my feelings would be inscrutably confined to. Words cannot possibly let you, my dear friend, to fathom the love and admiration and gratefulness I have towards the man. Yet try the best I must, fully knowing that only failure awaits me at the end of this endeavor, for as Ernest Hemingway once said ‘There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down and bleed’ and all this bleeding for cinema in this blog would be an exercise in utter futility if not to have bled for the very man who inspired me to start this blog in the first place. So, having made a daft effort to confirm that all the inadequacies you will find in the article set to follow are legit, I conclude this prelude and begin :-

Roger Ebert changed my life. Not how I live it obviously, but rather how I look at it, which I believe is far more important. And having warded off from using hyperbole for some time now for the fear of getting indigestion later from eating my words (which has happened more often than I care to admit), I have made hell sure that this statement holds irrevocably true and I believe it does, for whenceforth I have discovered them, movies have been my life and Ebert has changed how I look at them. I still remember that me from three years ago, teary-eyed, prancing around with a never-before experienced euphoria after just having finished watching Sofia Coppola’s Lost In Translation at two in the morning. That was the first Ebert review I read, and believe me, Roger made sure with it that it wouldn’t be the last. The ending lines of that review were, and I can still quote it from memory ‘Do we need closure? This isn’t a closure kind of movie. We get all we need in simply knowing they share a moment private to them, and seeing that it contains something true before they part forever’. I remember clenching my fists after having read it, trying helplessly to stop the inevitable downpour of tears set to follow at the realization that someone had the exact same experience at that scene where Bob and Charlotte part which I had felt previously was only privy to me.

That’s what made Ebert a band apart. I have come to read multitudinous pieces of film criticisms in my life, with quite a few of them possessing apodictic prosaic beauty. Yet all of them seem to be centered on what is ‘right’ and what it is ‘wrong’ in a movie. Now as important that may be to some, in the bigger picture, I cannot think of something of lesser significance for what is ‘right’ for me may very well be ‘wrong’ for you. It isn’t what the movie is that forms its appeal, but rather what it invokes and no one knew that better than Ebert. Every review of his was like a portal of the sorts found in Spike Jonze’s Being John Malkovich (a movie he so dearly adored) for it lead us straight into his mind, engulfing us in every minute emotion which flooded into his brain while watching the movie.

There was a beautiful sentence with great truth to it that I came across and has stayed with me every since in Micheal Cunningham’s The Hours which said ‘One always has a better book in one’s mind than one can manage to get onto paper’. And when I ponder on that, I wonder what would have that piece Roger wrote for Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (in his Great Movies collection) sounded like in his mind ? Whenever I read it, and I do that quite often, it means something different for me every time, yet every time it always means something to me. It is as if he poured his whole heart in it with a child’s breathless disregard of the consequences.

It so often happens that the greatest events and thoughts are comprehended last, the generations which are their contemporaries do not experience such events – they live past them. It is in this respect that Ebert becomes truly epoch making in the literary circle, for in most cases genius turns out to be incommunicable and reluctant, blowing cold on the passerby. Yet, with Ebert, even the very naive was aware of his unparalleled mastery of his craft and lapped it up wholeheartedly.

Film criticism from the heart is like the Penrose stairs. We seem to be eternally damned with the failure to express what we truly feel at the end of a great movie, so we are clueless on where to start or end, ending up rummaging around our ideas, as if separate paragraphs can shed light on each other and form a comprehensive whole. Roger Ebert, an indisputable giant of American letters, came as close as one possibly could to describing the indescribable.

Great artists incite an interest towards appreciating their body of art, while the greatest incite an interest in mastering it. I know of no other who has inspired such a legion to love movies and write about them than Ebert. He was and is and will be, for me and countless others, the greatest of them all and the only rating I can possibly give Life Itself if two thumbs up. The tragedy is that the thumbs are mine, and not Siskel and Ebert’s. The reassurance comes from the fact that all those who love movies do consider it a tragedy.

Punyalan Private Limited Review

 I don’t film messages. I let the post office take care of those – Bernardo Bertolucci 

One of the many legit complaints I receive about this little blog of mine is my nonchalant attitude towards contributing in it. One of the major reasons for this (except my ever prevalent writer’s block of course) is that I can only write about a movie once , and most of the movies which hit the theaters are the same movie being made and remade again and again with a different cast and settings to mask this fact up. Punyalan Private Limited is another addition to this array of films, an exercise in borderline mediocrity which crusades as the public opinion to redeem itself. Unfortunately, it takes only the opening five minutes to see through the act.

When Punyalan Agarbattis hit the theaters four years ago, my admiration for it was, and still is apodictic. It wasn’t a movie trying to be anything except than the tale it was telling, and in doing so, spoke for everyone who was watching it. On the other hand, this sequel is like a puppy wanting to be petted by everyone. Movies, just like people, end up being only what they truly are at the end, and what Punyalan Private Limited is at the end of the day is just a vehicle scampering on the last residues of glory its predecessor amassed and its viewer’s miserable existence.

And that last part is my major issue with this movie. Every scene feels tailor made to make space for a mass dialogue which feeds right into the hate accumulated in the viewer’s heart towards the system. It’s not just the exploitation of the viewer’s insecurities that bothers me, it is of the character’s as well. If characters are mere caricatures to get a point across, how could one possibly relate with them ? Jayasurya is fabulous in his role, yet do we know anything more about his character when this movie ends than we knew from before it began ? For all you know, I could have played the rest of the characters in this movie and it still wouldn’t make a difference. And I happen to be a terrible actor.

Whatever it sets out to do, it crashes egregiously at. Yet, there is an underlying sense of irony that the movie which sets out to proclaim everything wrong with the system ends up being everything that is wrong with the medium which it has chosen to explore. This brand of cinema is not entertainment, it is spoon-feeding, giving the audiences what they want, when they want it and dumbing their taste to utter mediocrity. Punyalan Private Limited says all that the common man of India (me included) would like to say about the fallacies of the system. But think about it, isn’t paying to hear what we say to ourselves everyday a really stupid deal ?

RATING :- 4 / 10

 

 

Wake In Fright Review

Wake In Fright is a hell of a movie, and I mean that literally and figuratively. It has often been wrongly described as the inability of a man to escape the clutches of a town which seem to tighten on him every passing day. Like every great work of art, it is about something deeper than it cares to admit and at its crux, Wake In Fright is rather about the inability of a man to convince himself why he needs to escape. Free food, free beer, free housing, free sex and a great time with mates while doing absolutely no work. Now what could possibly be wrong with that ? Bundanyabba does seem to be a paradise on Earth. Yet show it to a 10 year old kid and even he would fish out the moral murkiness the happenings of the movie are surrounded with.

Is it the town that is insane for housing tenants who seem to have been raised in zoos, educated only to the base instincts ? Or is it John Grant who is insane for yearning to be a part of this savagery forsaking all sensibility ? Or is it we that are insane for having made moral order synonymous with the mundane, raising brows and coughing disapproving sighs when everyone happens to be just having a good time ? If it is the answers to these questions you are looking for while watching Wake In Fright, I believe you will be terribly disappointed. Like all great horror movies, it tries to evoke rather than supply.

The premise is stark plain and quaint. John Grant, a laid back schoolteacher  in an outback town in Australia travels to Bundanyabba by train during vacations. He plans to stay there for the night and set out in the morning to the airport to board a flight to Sydney to meet his girlfriend. Yet, trouble ensues in gambling as it always does, leaving John stranded penniless in Bundanyabba, a town where waiting for a bus would be inscrutably bound with thoughts of whether it has a darned bus line or not. The problem with most movies is that the premise seems to gradually develop into the plot, yet in the case of Wake In Fright, saying that the movie is just about these above lines would be like looking at a brick in the Great Wall Of China and saying that’s all there is to it.

Most films, even great ones, evaporate like mist once you’ve returned to the real world; they leave memories behind, but their reality fades fairly quickly. The terrifying part of Wake In Fright is that once it ends, it seems the reality of the movie has transcended into that of the world and it is this macabre that the viewer seems to be walking into. We realize that John Grant was just a vessel and it had been us, the viewers, that where his mind and soul all through.

Another stratagem of looking at Wake In Fright is through the prism of Jungian transcendence. John becomes conscious of the shadow and his anima through the course of the movie. The denouement hints at a possibility of self-realization as well, a sense of heightened understanding of how all of our days and ways are a fragile structure perched uneasily atop the hungry jaws of nature that will thoughtlessly devour us. How life is a spread of limitless ennui, interrupted briefly by insanity. Yet, no hints are given on whether John becomes conscious of his archetypal spirit. Is it to catechize whether the ordeals sustained and sacrifices made for enlightenment are worth the price of one’s soul ?  We don’t know. Kotcheff doesn’t say.

Michael Haneke while talking about his Funny Games once said ‘Anyone who leaves the cinema doesn’t need the film, and anybody who stays does’. If the very same can be said about Wake In Fright, I am darn sure no walkouts will ensue when it plays. We do need this movie, and to be frank, we need it very badly. And considering how it has emerged from all ruination and shambles to its past glory, I guess it needs us too.

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