Today is Irrfan Khan’s death anniversary.
Watching The Song Of Scorpions is like seeing a novel open its pages on a screen, slowly, calmly, carefully, yet building up a burning curiosity for an intense love story of a scorpion sting healer and a camel rider somewhere in the endless sand desert of Rajasthan.
The director says, its a folklore, a fable, tilism. Don’t try to find textbook logic in what should be and what shouldn’t. It came to me in foggy shadows one night, I woke up, wrote it down and shot it, raw and haunting, the way I saw it.
Delhi Gang Rape has had an influence on me, like every other man, rattled by what we can do to each other, under the disguise of xyz weakness.
As the summary says, it’s a lone woman’s struggle against the brutalities of life, to find her unique voice.
If you have become cynical due to city life, like me, and need a dose of those poetic pieces, delivered by Irrfan Khan’s eyes and effective one-liners, to go with it. They do the job.
Don’t expect heavy music. Expect Rajasthani words you will learn.
Don’t expect revenge by murder, blood & gore. Expect love, healing, Jaisalmer city and soak in the slow, peaceful tribal life.
Don’t expect subtitles.
This is the first chapter in learning to understand the dessert and listen without a translation.
If you pay close attention, the sand will tell you it’s one forgotten secret.
Yesterday, in Ahmedabad, there were 8 people in a 200-250 seater theatre hall.
And they kept sitting until the credits rolled away, to a black screen. You’ll know why if you experience.
Please book your ticket and go pay him one last tribute:-
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