Ran

I wish had Ran like Kurosawa far from the madding crowd. But, I am still stuck in this mundane world not at all as white as in snow .I am trying to come to grips without losing kontroll. I wish i can find home.

Anyone who managed to wring some sense out of these crazed mumblings will be familiar with what I am going through. Its the "mainstream film withdrawal syndrome" . I had missed PIFF last year due to my malignant stars. But not this time. The first few days were a chiarascuro of different cultures and locales. My whole concept of cinema as an entertainment medium underwent a tectonic shift. I started looking upon it more as a blank palette through which the director tries to convey his take on the world. As a mathematician would say, the storyline is trivial. What matters is the magnitude of emotion expressed and the breadth of imagination displayed. The director has a unique power to mould the mind of the audience and make us realize, even if for a fraction of a second, the other worlds that lie hidden benind a veil of foreignness and strangeness.
Yesterday, when I was seeing Spiderman 2, I reached a point when I just could not bear the inane action sequences and the cliched dialouges any longer. I got up and walked out. That was when it dawned upon me that I was now a cinematic pervert. Or , if you prefer, a cineaste.