black

We see so many versions of relationships everyday. Familial, sexual, friendly (asexual) etc. They seem 'normal' in the sense that they have the same tendencies to break apart every once in awhile but do we actually see the bond between them? We see the laughter, the smiles, even the killer look of hatred as evidence of love but what understanding do we have of that feeling these people have within them, inexpressible, mismatched and disguised emotions that never seem to make their full impact on each other, much less the outside world?

Well, what I saw today was extraordinary. It was unsettling and beautiful at the same time. Two people, one oblivious to sight and sound and the other oblivious to memories coming together to really expose that raw bond that exists within us with the people we would kill for. Every nuance, every little heart wrenching plea for help, for relief of touch made me shiver with fear and delight and eventually tears.

Bonding is a dangerous thing. I can say from a safe-enough distance that I would want to love someone like that one day, but what will I do when I cannot handle my partner in sickness like in health? What if he can't? Could we be forced to do the right thing? Do we have to?

Black is very idyllic, which is ironic considering that these are two people suffering from a great mutual need for each other, even if they don't know it themselves. Selfnessless is as rare as it's antonym is common. But what we see onscreen is how things should be and there's no two ways about it.

And do catch the film. It's a class act. Indian cinema has just placed it's icing on the cake.