Neither the enamoured men, nor the viewfinder, nor the audience, witness Parthenope’s inner psychology. Dialogue is airy and oblique, with quotable aphorisms and pithy witticisms feeling hollow.
Author: Kuyili Karthik
“Confidenza” doesn’t exactly mean trust: the word’s meaning is twisted and changing much like the relationships between the film’s characters.
Perhaps each diasporic recollection of home, its sounds and sights, has to be filtered through a foreign lens. Equally, in the opposite direction, I will keep a keen ear for whatever chords sound like the Carnatic raga, and whatever words sound like my rusty mother tongue.
In ‘Quiet Resonance’, he celebrates humanity’s kernel of goodness, the beauty of human interaction with nature, and the power of art to glimpse the divine.
Reading Rebecca is like looking into a truthfully unflattering mirror. The more I identify with the nameless narrator, a young woman who splinters with insecurity when she marries a widower, I grapple with what it means to love as a woman.
I pose Siddartha’s question to you: “Have you also learned that secret from the river, that there is no such thing as time?” As a girl from a long line of saree-wearers, I say yes.
The way Kapadia shoots light is unsurprisingly beautiful, ethereal and gauzy in some moments, and golden and decadent in others.
Villeneuve films Narwal’s past as if her pain is raw: no detail is spared from the blinding sun’s glare, or the glow of burning flesh. ‘Incendies’, French for ‘scorched’, becomes a motif of reignited family ties and inextinguishable trauma.
