Transcribed the bottled letter, so that I can improvise and throw into the sea someday hoping it’ll find itself into the Bermuda Triangle (but also because I highly relate)
Dear Love… somewhere out there? Do you ever feel unknown? Like everyone has already labeled you and filed you away as complete without giving you a chance to learn and grow? I have a big heart. I feel so much but I’ve never known how to show it, so it always seems like…
Haunting. Not just because of the events that unfolded on 9/11, but because of the eerie omnipresence of the camera. How does the U.S. always have a lens in the face of history as it happens?
It’s as if they knew the day was made for the books—armed with an endless reel of film (and batteries), weaving through the chaos, minute by minute. From the skies to the ground, to a bunker 75 feet below, the access feels almost surreal.…
I’m not going to distill what I’m feeling, and probably just convey my happiness and contentment in watching good cinema. Also, it really is difficult to pin-down acts, single out performances, compartmentalize the visual, oral and aural because there’s a magical gestalt at play here. Maybe Fahadh as Shammy, purely because he is an intentional contrast in an otherwise restrained narrative. Also, Soubin Shahir as Saji, probably in his most evocative role so far.
Kumbalangi ebbs and flows with its backwaters,…
SAVAGE! An absurdist dream of what life on the planet was, is and always will be.
Pellissery stretches his game of long-takes (since Angamaly Diaries) across the entire length of this movie. Caught within an endless loop of sinuously long mazes, one knows where one started off for fun, and now in the thick of things, finding no escape. Additionally, wonderstruck at its technical brilliance as breaking the shackles of conventional storytelling. Both favourably add to creating pangs of cinematic delirium.…
