The Pride of Love

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Directed by Joe Wright

Starring Keira Knightley, Matthew MacFadyen

Loving a person most ardently seems familiar yet unassuming. The language of love takes centre stage in this seemingly quiet film, yet there is nothing quiet about the feelings and emotions certain scenes evoke. I am not quite fond of Keira Knightly but she will suffice, I guess. Love which is in denial for a period of time is deafening, suffocating yet interesting. It feels as though you have entered into the cave of absolute vacuum, you could no longer hear your own heart beating against your chest, you could no longer hear the pounding of your mind, you could only sense the warmth of the breath of loneliness, you could only smell the fragrance of despair and desperate longing, you could only almost touch the deepest end of your feelings, walking along with your eyes closed. Lights flicker, waving with colours of infinite journey, the journey that you hope to end with joy and clarity. Images that imprint in your memory as dots and dots of minute particles, conjuring and converge to become the picture of love are unbelievably beautiful but absolutely real, can only mean something special to you. The slowness and gentleness of the music makes a perfect blend to the whole mood and atmosphere of the film, I most fond of. Like any love that is worth waiting, the film takes its time to unfold and transform into its full bloom, not with a spectacular ending, but a meaningful one indeed.

The Dark In The Light Of A Hero

To do good is to first understand what you stand for. It is completely insane to fight for justice when there is no just in a city where hope is bleak; human is mere living corpse of the living. It comes across as a city of such, in the beginning, but the city slowly awakens to a gradual understanding of the fact that we do need a hero in every society, in every time of the civilization, in the real world, or in a world of illusion of the existence of the celluloid, in the minds of the audience. Mesmerized by the recreation of a world that used to exist in the pages of countless comic books, this piece of amazing creative work transcends all films of such which came before it. Joker provides the smile of suffering, the happiness of devastation, the blissfulness of a tormented soul to such great perfection and details that I could only shiver and shed silent tears in my heart, for we have truly lost a true young emerging talent. His character symbolizes a certain hidden part of our deepest emotions and human nature - the darkness that lurks in the furthest corner of our conscience. If provoked, it can be unleashed to great proportion of destruction. The strength of a hero should then be able to carry the burden of responsibilities, the great expectations of the world, to make it a better place to be, and most of all, to fight that evil that buries in all of us, as long as we remain human, to give us the hope of humanity. But that hero may not be out there, but rather maybe inhibit within each and everyone of us. We are surrounded by everyday hero (and heroines), and at times, we could be one of them ourselves. A complex picture of the world we live in, the world we believe in, the world we have become and the world we would like to see CHANGED. I have never felt so exhausted walking out of a theatre this year...thus far.