currently: binging star trek tos and making questionable movie choices every saturday
This is a movie that lives and flourishes in its extremity. There are no grey hues in Mehta’s vision of a nighttime promenade in Mumbai. The city is populated by dying heroes and snake-tattooed villains. Lavish mansions juxtaposed with run-down alleys. Democracy is not threatened by apathy but by one man’s aggressive pursuit of dictatorship and totalitarian control. As a foreigner, I am sure there is plenty of sociopolitical commentary that just flew right past me, however there is no…
Selvaraj systematically deprives the couple of oral communication; awkwardness, hope, and fear all conveyed through brilliant acting and cinematography. Unspoken conversations enveloped in nightime urban landscapes, mirrored though the reflections of streetlights in rain puddles. Jarmusch-ian alienation laced with the sociopolitical backdrop of Italian neorealism. A nocturnal voyage culminating to a pivotal decision, expressed through a constant dichotomy; illusion, hope, and unconditional love opposing reality, melancholy, and lust.