Summary: An average movie with some really good performances.
I am a huge fan of HB Carter. She has somehow perfected the art of having just the right involvement in a scene. Even when it is amply clear that she forges no bonds with the object of her said desire on screen but herself, you are taken in by the deception she projects and that is quite an art. What makes it even more remarkable is that she is seldom the star of her movies, but projects an aura of being a close rival or even excel without offending.
Colin Firth did quite well too, as did the rest of the cast.
The movie itself has nothing to offer. Colin Firth summarizes the movie in the first few scenes when he narrates to his children the story of a penguin, pushed to isolation of the south pole and who returns back so fast as to surprise his wife and mutate to a bird that could finally hug his children in his wide wings. The rest is just unfolding of the story hence told. What do people really want to see these days? Add a touch of defiant vicotry against odds, with a heart tugging fight of a person with his traits and the tickets are bought, Oscars won.
All I see is an individual and his struggle with his traits (given, acquired). For some reason, this is a fascinating bed of stories for the world at large - perhaps people see their own struggles expressed in hope of seeing the light they are taught they should see? Perhaps they need a validation that it is fine to be awkward, lose face, ridiculed and one can live through all that to struggle with their traits?
Whatever be the reason, in a day when art is slowly losing the living quality under measured doses of intellect that lingers on the process than the actuals, this is one more movie that attempts to highlight a dogged individual persistantly having a go at himself to beat his traits, if somewhat overpowered by the gratitude of being shown love.
You wont be wasting your time, yet art in my eyes is something that transcends time - I wont say its artless, I wont say it can be bettered, I cant say I can do better - but what does one do with this inner desire to have his mind blown everytime after its recovered from being blown apart?
Yes, the problems are very real, yes the problems are really tough, yes each measures his own depth of problems. But just how many times will we express the same fairy tale with increasing detail?
Addendum: In astrology, an afflicted 2nd house or 2nd lord or an ill placed jupiter indicates problems with speech. It is interesting to note that 2nd is the house of communicative intelligence, it is the house of togetherness in love and family or friends. Biologically it is the throat. Hence speech that is afflicted either in stammering or lies spoken or filth in language. It all stems from being at odds with isolation, and self esteem being a derivative of consensus of the chosen few.
I am a huge fan of HB Carter. She has somehow perfected the art of having just the right involvement in a scene. Even when it is amply clear that she forges no bonds with the object of her said desire on screen but herself, you are taken in by the deception she projects and that is quite an art. What makes it even more remarkable is that she is seldom the star of her movies, but projects an aura of being a close rival or even excel without offending.
Colin Firth did quite well too, as did the rest of the cast.
The movie itself has nothing to offer. Colin Firth summarizes the movie in the first few scenes when he narrates to his children the story of a penguin, pushed to isolation of the south pole and who returns back so fast as to surprise his wife and mutate to a bird that could finally hug his children in his wide wings. The rest is just unfolding of the story hence told. What do people really want to see these days? Add a touch of defiant vicotry against odds, with a heart tugging fight of a person with his traits and the tickets are bought, Oscars won.
All I see is an individual and his struggle with his traits (given, acquired). For some reason, this is a fascinating bed of stories for the world at large - perhaps people see their own struggles expressed in hope of seeing the light they are taught they should see? Perhaps they need a validation that it is fine to be awkward, lose face, ridiculed and one can live through all that to struggle with their traits?
Whatever be the reason, in a day when art is slowly losing the living quality under measured doses of intellect that lingers on the process than the actuals, this is one more movie that attempts to highlight a dogged individual persistantly having a go at himself to beat his traits, if somewhat overpowered by the gratitude of being shown love.
You wont be wasting your time, yet art in my eyes is something that transcends time - I wont say its artless, I wont say it can be bettered, I cant say I can do better - but what does one do with this inner desire to have his mind blown everytime after its recovered from being blown apart?
Yes, the problems are very real, yes the problems are really tough, yes each measures his own depth of problems. But just how many times will we express the same fairy tale with increasing detail?
Addendum: In astrology, an afflicted 2nd house or 2nd lord or an ill placed jupiter indicates problems with speech. It is interesting to note that 2nd is the house of communicative intelligence, it is the house of togetherness in love and family or friends. Biologically it is the throat. Hence speech that is afflicted either in stammering or lies spoken or filth in language. It all stems from being at odds with isolation, and self esteem being a derivative of consensus of the chosen few.
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