Forget 'TRAINS,PLANES AND AUTOMOBILES'.I have not seen it, nor do I have any wish to see it. Forget that it wont ever make the 'IMDB 250 Greatest Of All Time'. But as far as movies go THIS IS IT.
If Movies are about Moving you ,this is it.
Moves you. Its got it all.
God,Dog,Man. Aeroplane,Train,Taxi,Bus,Ambulance.
Karl Marx amidst ball bearing corporate office.
Tamil,Telugu,Oriya,Hindi,English.
Photography amidst Tsunami.
Sharing Bhang on Bus roof top on Coromandel Coast. Starcrossed doomed love.
A Bus full of people crushed to nothing down a cliff.
A train journey in the Monsoon.
A hundred candles lit in a church and the divinity of Lord Shiva.
Sister Vanessa and Mister Utthaman.
The Rains. Pebbles thrown into a tiny puddle on a rain drenched, desolate, rutted railway station platform where one behind the other ancient banyan trees stood watch.
A title theme that bottled in its brief moments what the entire universe that a melody can hold.
You were told a story, you met people, you went places, you saw things, you felt those tiny fingers encircling your heart and give their tiny squeezes. And when Mr Shivam walked away into the Madras monsoon in the end you felt you had lived a full life and the Spirit of man.
It movies enrich our lives then this one does.
A non Tamil following ,single time viewer possibly cant understand what all the fuss is about.
Probably they don't make ones like this anymore.
If Movies are about Moving you ,this is it.
Moves you. Its got it all.
God,Dog,Man. Aeroplane,Train,Taxi,Bus,Ambulance.
Karl Marx amidst ball bearing corporate office.
Tamil,Telugu,Oriya,Hindi,English.
Photography amidst Tsunami.
Sharing Bhang on Bus roof top on Coromandel Coast. Starcrossed doomed love.
A Bus full of people crushed to nothing down a cliff.
A train journey in the Monsoon.
A hundred candles lit in a church and the divinity of Lord Shiva.
Sister Vanessa and Mister Utthaman.
The Rains. Pebbles thrown into a tiny puddle on a rain drenched, desolate, rutted railway station platform where one behind the other ancient banyan trees stood watch.
A title theme that bottled in its brief moments what the entire universe that a melody can hold.
You were told a story, you met people, you went places, you saw things, you felt those tiny fingers encircling your heart and give their tiny squeezes. And when Mr Shivam walked away into the Madras monsoon in the end you felt you had lived a full life and the Spirit of man.
It movies enrich our lives then this one does.
A non Tamil following ,single time viewer possibly cant understand what all the fuss is about.
Probably they don't make ones like this anymore.