The Shape of Water Review


“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”

The Shape of Water (2018) is such a beautiful and reflective movie, that I’m not sure how exactly to review it. A wonderful blend of reality and fantasy, but mostly fantasy, the film is full of deep insights about love and life. It pushes the limits of possibility, and yet the emotions displayed through its characters are so undeniably real, that every scene, every look, and every word, rings true.

The Shape of Water revolves around the unlikely bond formed between a mute janitor and an amphibious creature held in the government facility where she works, a part of a top-secret project. Amidst political backgrounds of the Cold War, American-Russian rivalry, in short– the cold ruthless realities of the world, we witness an inexplicable connection, an inexplicable love that seems to transcend beyond both reality and possibility.

The characters, their worldviews, their experiences are expressed in such depth, in so many layers, that one does not need to make any effort to relate to them, to like them. It sort of happens on its own. Despite appearances, this is not a beauty and the beast fairy tale. Well it sort of is, but it isn’t. There is much more to this movie, symbolism that will take more viewings, more time, and more thinking to understand. Throughout it, I kept feeling that the concepts demonstrated through the movie, are far beyond, far deeper than what the story is on an external level.

There was something extraordinary in the scene when her neighbor opens the door of the bathroom turned into a pool, the water flowing out, and the utterly content and yet mischievous look on her face as she stands embraced by the creature.

In short, it was a truly meaningful and beautiful experience. I’ve been a bit fazed ever since I left the cinema hall, and I imagine it will take some time for the effects of this move to wear off. Watch it with an open-mind, allow yourself to relate to the characters and you will not be disappointed.



Love Per Square Foot Review


I suppose I was destined to see this film today. First it was praised on the Film Companion Film Group on Facebook, where Vicky Kaushal himself commented. Then Netflix decided that this is what I’ll be watching today (and every other Netflix user on the planet I’m sure as they released this for Valentine’s day) and so I decided to go with the flow. I’m so glad that I did.

Love Per Square Foot (Netflix original) (2018) is a romantic comedy starring Vicky Kaushal and Angira Dhar in lead roles, and supported by a splendid mature cast like Ratna Pathak, Supriya Pathak and a very special appearance ( I won’t say who). The story is about Sanjay and Karina who work for the same firm and have the same dream. They were both raised middle class, spent their lives in small, crowded rental homes and dream of owning their own home one day. Their dream brings them together when they spot a government home owning scheme. But only married couples can apply, and thus begins a romance with a mission.

The movie was a delightful watch. The story-line is intriguing and different, but there is no doubt that what makes it work so well is the excellent acting by Vicky and Angira. Even though technically, it can be predictable at times, one doesn’t really notice that because the acting is truly engrossing. Particularly Vicky hits it out of the ballpark with this one. His facial expressions and the way he reacts to his co-actor in every single scene is literally perfectly done. He isn’t role playing, he is truly acting and it enriches the entire experience. I also loved Angira’s performance and felt that the two had great chemistry that is very vital for romantic movies.

I think what I loved the best however was Ratna Pathak. She brought some splendid well-timed and perfectly played out comedy to the movie. Oh she cracked me up seriously! “What’s a Chaturvedi?” “Mario’s blessings” and “They are from UP but they are not doodhwala okay?” were just splendid!

I recommend this movie, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.

Read the review for Vicky Kaushal’s film Raman Raghav 2.0 here.

The Cinematic Experience

I often witness a clash between viewers who have been touched by a mainstream coming of age movie, and those who criticize it very harshly. I’m always baffled by these clashes and arguments because I don’t generally view cinema in that way. Let me attempt to explain my cinematic experience, and why I think this approach is useful.

I am not a member of an elite critic group who knows every movie of significance in existence, and who can describe to you the cinematic vision of every great filmmaker. Let’s just say that I’m a regular viewer who feels a natural inclination towards cinema as a storytelling device. I find it very easy to absorb and process information and form an understanding about life or myself through cinema, rather than another medium. And I have known for long that I very actively use cinema to affect my emotions and thoughts.

To me, movies are an emotional drive. They are tools that we can utilize to either reinforce or, if we choose, challenge our present emotions and thoughts. And since emotions and thoughts are always changing and evolving and are never constant or rigid, our experience of movies are always going to be different too. That is why you may relate strongly to a movie, while your friend feels absolutely nothing when they see it. It all depends on your present state of mind, and the extent to which the story, the images, dialogues, and interactions on screen reflect your current feelings and opinions. This is also why it’s very rare that I will speak very harshly about a movie. I will generally say that I disliked it or did not enjoy it (in which case I will explain why its sentiments did not resonate with mine), but I will not say that the movie is worthless if even a single person has related to it. If a movie has moved someone, that movie is not worthless– it has fulfilled its purpose. That is the purpose of cinema– to relate to the audience, to get them to realize truths that they may be hiding from, and if the movie is very, very good and very lucky, also cause some kind of constructive and positive change in the person who has experienced it.

If one sees cinema from this perspective, not only do movies become more valuable and meaningful, but one also starts to see how in your personal life, you can use cinema to grow emotionally and intellectually. Next time you enjoy something you watch, ask yourself why you’ve enjoyed it? What made you connect with that character? What made this content meaningful to you? As you answer these questions, you’ll get to learn more about yourself. And if you wish to, you can also use cinema to fulfill certain emotional and intellectual needs. Cinema is not a one-sided or passive experience. It is dynamic, it invokes a reaction in you, and you can use it to create reactions, thoughts and emotions that benefit and develop you. You can actively and regularly gauge your emotional and intellectual needs and select cinema that responds to those needs. Cinema is not, and does not have to be, a pathway for evasiveness and numbness, it’s also a healer, a promoter of human consciousness.

Read the review of Tamasha here.

Begin Again


It would be a great disservice to those who read and follow this blog if I don’t mention this movie. I think it wouldn’t be too bold for me to say that Begin Again is the best and most enjoyable movie I have seen in the past five years. How can I best describe the experience of this movie? Imagine you’re sick and miserable, and suddenly someone brings you chicken noodle soup. That’s how it felt to watch Begin Again.

It’s not new. This charming John Carney movie starring Keira Knightley and Mark Ruffalo was released in 2013. How it managed to slip me by for this long, I have no idea. But I think you’d regret missing it, as I did.

A failing, lonely, slightly alcoholic music producer and a heartbroken musical Brit make an unlikely team and create an album– and each song is recorded in a unique spot in New York City. Their progression through the album becomes the story, a story of healing, finding joy, and beginning again.

There are no dearth of delightful characters in this movie, played by Mark Ruffalo, Keira Knightley, James Cordon and Hailee Steifeld. I do feel that Mark Ruffalo was the backbone of the film. His portrayal was absolutely realistic, raw, and downright likable, despite how dysfunctional he is.

And if we get to the real point, the music, is just fantastic. Every song is intentional and enjoyable. Each song feels like an unwinding, a release from a layer of disappointment, of sadness. The music becomes the journey, and it brings everyone together, and it reminds everyone of who they really are, assures them that they’re going to be all right. Just… watch this movie.

After Begin Again, I watched an earlier John Carney movie, Once (2006). Once is just as brilliant, albeit with a slightly sadder ending I thought. It took me about a week to watch Once because every time I heard a song, I was so overwhelmed that I had to pause and proceed to listen to that song on loop for the next couple of hours. If you like Begin Again, you’d like Once too.

Newton Review


Quite silly to review such an acclaimed and already loved film, I know. People are sulking that it didn’t make the cut to the Oscars after all. I just couldn’t resist.

Newton has no qualms about presenting its subject. It dives directly into topic– the premise of elections and Naxals, and where the main character is in relation to them. The community is holding elections, and the Naxals are terrorizing the system. Or we’re made to believe. Newton, a government clerk, is a reserve volunteer for the election committee, and may be overseeing the voting booths with other volunteers on election day.

It’s quite difficult to know where to start praising Rajkummar Rao for his acting abilities. He, truly knows how to get into the skin of the character. The very first thing I realized as I watched Rajkummar Rao as Newton was how often he blinked. Perhaps, you’d consider this irrelevant or a minute detail. But it isn’t. The frequency in which he blinked, his glances and demeanor created the Newton character for me: a naive, good-willed, yet driven, simpleton. Isn’t it amazing that an actor can take on a character, using such small, minuscule details. There must be some underlying scientific truth behind this, in the way our brain interprets persons, as a total sum of their gestures, behaviors, words. Our Newton, who has named himself so gloriously, suffers from common man’s ailments, of familial pressures. He doesn’t value money or status like others. In his own words, he wants to make a difference.

I think I enjoyed Sanjay Mishra’s character the most. His role as an advisor, his honest and direct responses to Newton. I loved how he told Newton of his arrogance about being honest. I found it interesting how we even find ways to feel in-admirably about our admirable qualities. How the honest boasts of his honesty, the good of his goodness. And as Sanjay Mishra says, we are not doing the world a favor by being this way, it’s expected of us. The coincidental rarity of these qualities in our immediate world, do not make them praiseworthy.

When a volunteer backs off from a booth in a community close to Naxal area, Newton takes his place. A community that was under the control of Maoists / Naxals just six months ago, and rigged with man mines. They wake up at 4 a.m. to set up the voting booth. When the police officer warns about the security situation and the pointlessness of their efforts, Newton refuses to accept and insists on carrying out his duty. And off they go for votes, like an army going into war! With bullet-proof vests and helmets. Proceeding through the jungle, on-guard, pausing and checking for danger along the way. With frequent bathroom breaks, taking dumps on mine-scanned spots!

A very interesting perspective shown through this movie is also the different perspectives of civilian and military/police. Every government has a unit on civil-military (CivMil) relations, and that’s because the perspective of each is so different, that they have a hard time agreeing on much. The dynamic between Atma Singh and Newton exemplified that well I think.

Newton tells them not to force anyone to come, but the police rile up old villagers like criminals, for voting. Taking their food, frightening and traumatizing them meanwhile. But these people have never voted before, they don’t even know what voting is. Newton has to explain to them its importance, and why they should vote. How can they vote when they don’t know any of the candidates and what they have to offer? The candidates have never come to these lands, to understand them, to ask for their votes, to make promises to them. The people feel torn between the government authorities and the Maoists who both claim rights over them. Furthermore, these villages, communities have never assimilated into the national governance structure. They continue to be governed through their traditional tribal structures. When Atma Singh and Newton get into a heated argument, the elderly village head steps forward to fulfill his duty and resolve the dispute between them. I thought this scene is possibly the best and most insightful scene of the entire movie, highlighting the polarization and isolation of communities that national governments are unable to reach, unable to serve, and who often get caught amidst violent extremist movements, who seek to take advantage of this polarization for their personal gain.

To the world outside, the West, who is always keen on the implementation of democracy, and its foremost indicator, elections, without really understanding the local dynamics and implications of its case studies, THIS election is a triumph. An example they will show the world, of how democracy is applicable EVERYWHERE and all you need to do in the path of progress, freedom and representation, is hold elections. Who cares if it makes any difference in the lives of the voters? In conflict situations, as soon as the violence reduces to a bearable minimum, the freedom fighters of the world, with their Western ideas of liberation, will fly in, and hold elections, to tell the world that, look, all is well again. ALL problems are solved. There was EVEN an election. That’s what they did in the Balkans after the war, the genocide, the destruction. And now, people speak of how the conflict dynamics, the underlying problems and frictions that caused hatred and death in that region in the first place, remain unresolved as ever. But wasn’t elections and a democratically elected government, the solution to everything?

Ah the funding. Now you get to the real point! The funding is NEVER enough. There is always a need for MORE. All that stands between people and freedom is MONEY. If there was more money, they could progress further and faster, into being liberated, into becoming the obedient patriotic servants of the national government/foreign government, that every democratic citizen ought to be.

And yet, despite all this, a man who believes in the idea of social justice, representation and voting so much, and who refuses to give up on his principles and sense of duty to the extent that he LITERALLY runs to keep a voting booth open… is just… brilliant!

I can see, how certain critics and viewers may be unimpressed with the cinematography– the very linear, direct storytelling, the conventional camera shots, the minimum use of sounds and music. But that to me, is a plus, something that allows me to focus on the subject, and the little delightful nuances of the great actors before me. This is one of the best films I have seen in 2017.


The Tree of Life Review


The Tree of Life (2011) is not an entertaining movie. It’s utterly realistic, short on explanations, deliberative, existential. The film begins with its premise, of death. The universe, natural landmarks, oceans, volcanoes, cells. Everything separating, clashing, gushing, dividing, merging, forming.

One cannot directly dive into the story in this movie. First, it becomes an issue of understanding the filmmaker’s vision. His preferred way of presenting information to us. Which is not primarily through narrative, but rather through images– a series of remarkable, meaningful, often breathtaking, images. As much as one contemplates the story, one contemplates how it is presented.

The use of the camera and its angles are unique. The camera is very dynamic, always moving, and the angles, unusual. It creates a feeling as though we are moving through the character’s lives, observing them, without their awareness. It makes everything more natural, because the odd, disordered angles that concentrate on specific things, seems very similar to the way we use our eyes. How we tend to pay attention to specific objects, and its details, rather than observing the bigger picture. At the same time, the dynamic movement which follows the character’s movements, who also happen to be constantly moving around, creates a sense of attachment to them, as we are repeatedly urged to see things through their view.


Periodically throughout the film, there is a low-angle shot. It forces us to reconsider things from a new position, a new perspective. It also feels like a reminder, of how small we are in comparison to everything else. As the film progresses, we also progress, through different landscapes, and different eras of the world. We are made to attain a greater perspective, a grand perspective, yet without detaching from the feeling of loss, which we are reminded of through the narration. The narration is an existential one, people trying to understand loss, through which they also appear to be understanding bonds, and love. But the narration, is bare minimum. Its the images, which are telling us the story.

The lighting is bright and realistic, but with very little sunlight, and often resembling a documentary. There is an abundance in green, the characters generally being outdoors. The crispness of the colors, the emphasis on nature, adds a harsh quality to the vision of the movie. A slight feeling of insecurity, but also of freedom. The seasons, all seem to be the same. Comforting memories are characterized by a greater use of yellow lighting.

The sounds and the music, just as the use of the camera, are disorienting, alarming, threatening. Telling us that what’s happening, is natural, yet dramatic, and difficult… as death. What loss feels like is portrayed through the struggles in nature, through the natural cycles in all existing things.

The movie shifts, from fragmented memories, to nature and existence, and again to memories. Not all memories are alarming, some are comforting, calming, even fun. Until when one sees, the reality of the situation. This family, which appeared perfectly happy until now, does not seem so happy anymore. It’s not a household devoid of love, but one of rules and boundaries. Of pressure, and intimidation. Everything is enforced, even love and affection. One feels, as those boys do, worried, frightened, and unsure. Their desire to be free, from the restrictions with which they live. Their mother, a flying fairy, of goodness and love. Then comes horror. These boys are not prepared for the horrors life has to show them. They’re good at heart, and wish to remain good; protected, yet curious to know more.

Their father is very strict, disciplined and keen to teach his sons. One can tell he has high expectations from them and wants to make sure they live up to it. But his harsh demeanor, his aggression, is hard for these boys to handle, they react better to the loving compassion of their mother. Grown men in pain have a hard time showing love to vulnerable children.

The boy who died– there is a strong impression throughout the movie, of how out of place he feels, almost all the time. The way he observes his world, in doubt and hesitation. One can sense the comforting he needs but is unable to ask for. It is clear that he desires to be accepted and loved for what he is, and not what his father wants to make him into. The rules and warnings constrict him, make him feel helpless, and unwanted. His first feeling, which doesn’t involve self-judgement, appears to be longing, when a girl throws her long brown hair.

Then, he witnesses death. He thinks about death, and what it would be like to lose someone he loves. The movie, and their life, appears to take on a more and more gloomy nature. This little boy, is too young for existential thoughts, but he has them. He talks to God, prays to God, then questions God, unable to understand why things are the way they are. He’s fascinated with his mother. It’s not that his father is unable to see his sensitivity, or his need for care, but he doesn’t know how to provide it. His father is frightened to be or to appear weak, even to his own children. The disorientation of the boy’s character grows, and takes on more intensity. Meaning he seeks, but is unable to find.

Their mother is as helpless as they are. A homemaker, she stays quiet during family dinners, as her husband intimidates their children. Isn’t it utterly devastating that these boys feel freedom and happiness, only when a member of the family is no longer there? That they feel like a guest in their own home? When a home becomes a personal prison? His return, the return of hopelessness? When one is so utterly desperate, that death seems to be the only solution? Either his death, or one’s own?

The boy’s strange attraction to his mother, presents a more complicated view of him. It becomes clear, that the attachment he feels for her, is too intense, and possibly a little unnatural. Is he clinging to her more, for his need of affection?


His frustration is slowly transforming into rage. So much rage, that he even starts having outbursts in front of his father. His father dumbfounded, for he has no clue, of the kind of effect he has on him. Utter and complete constriction, the farthest edges of helplessness he now feels. Yet, a slight feeling of satisfaction, of peace, of believing in his bond with God.

The father’s remorse, we get a view of it, in the beginning of the movie and at the end. But how we see his remorse, changes in between the two. And slowly the movie quietens, calms, into greater peace. The music changes, the fear reduces. This is where mourning is completed, and wounds start to heal. Where, somehow, you start to find hope once again. Albeit, not without feeling lost every now and again. The vast, barren landscapes generally fulfill the feelings of being lost in this movie.

And we return to creation once again. To flowing hot lava, the dust storms of outer space, a plead to their creator, for eternal guidance. This is where endings and beginnings merge, in a sort of beginning of time. Where light shared, illuminates the paths of many. The endless journey, continues.

The movie, which began in chaos and upheaval, its sounds, alarming and worrying, ends, in en inexplicable peace and content. A kind of divine conclusion, to hurts once felt. A triumph of forgiveness and compassion, and the reuniting of loved ones, in a place where there is no fear. Where we get to embrace them, and ourselves. Our self, the young and afraid one, and the old and afraid one. And finally, we’re left on our own, for that last journey, the last few steps, into eternity.  THIS is a story of acceptance.

Watch this movie, only if you feel it would resonate with you. It’s too unique and abstract I think for most people, and in most situations. It requires intent and a specific type of mindset. Watch it only if you found this description of it meaningful.