Monday, November 02, 2015

Day3 at Mumbai Film Festival. Full Of Smiles

The Assassin
Journey Of A 1000 Miles
45 Years
Lobster

The Assassin is a visual feast. 
And that meant you watched the nun in whites watch the mist come up the mountains. And it does. Slowly. The nun is alone on the mountain top, so there is no dialog. Not even an internal conversation. 

There were other scenes. The corrupt governor is riding with his entourage. The Assassin and the nun are watching their progress up the hill to where they are hiding in the clump of trees...

The rebel princess strumming her zither, after much thought...

The routine of dressing up and pinning hair ornaments in laquered hair...

Some of us sighed in pleasure. Other took silences in the movie as permission to cough.

I was willing to bet that the theater could be the proverbial TB ward of some hospital in a dystopian future, where the uninfected ones were sent to catch the bug...

Practically ran to PVR Phoenix Mills to catch 45 days. Realised it was 4.30pm and not 14.30 zulu time. Made a mental resolve to stop watching war movies/shows on tv.

However, got a place in screen one where the documentary on Bangladeshi Womens Peace Keeping Force was just starting.

Hmm... Untrained and not really ready for hostile situation, the women police officers leave their homes to help people in Haiti. The situation in each of their homes is not all happy happy joy joy... But nothing drastic happens to them in Haiti either. 

I suppose this was not meant to be Hurt Locker...

45 Years is a pure delight.

The songs, the people, the friendships, the coupling, the undoing, the unravelling... It is such an amazing film about not rocking the boat even though you know it is sinking... Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay are so true, you wonder how you would react if you were in either's shoes.

Would you give up a life you have built because some ancient truth has surfaced? Or would you fight for all you have built?

There was not a minute to let it all sink in, because some moron with math worse than mine at the next screening was saying We will now let in non registered people because you people are coming with less than 15 minutes to the next show. 

We stormed the Bastille, and the din was deafening. It was awful to try and get a seat we reserved for Lobster.

We did, eventually because the non-registered members were not as loud as the registered people...

Lobster was such a delight. Colin Farrell is so much fun! And everyone else. The story goes from a shocking 'What the faaaack!' to uncomfortable chuckles to outright laughter and almost screams...

Is this science fiction or some mad fantasy? 

I didn't care. I loved it. The madness of the hotel, the craziness of the loners and the weird city. Loved the idea of compatibility that has been pushed over the edge. And I love Colin Farrell even more after I saw him kick the annoying kid sent to fix a marital relationship... Did you jaw just drop? 

You are not alone.

The movie was wild enough to propel me away from the last screening and I got into a cab. Happy with what I watched...



P.S. will miss monday screenings... going walkabout...









1 comment:

batulm said...

Hmm. Deepa should get a job booking all our films, or at least telling us what to watch. :)