Director: Tom Ford
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Amami spiny rat with no Y chromosome |
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Amami spiny rat with no Y chromosome |
M S Bhaskar |
Accidents happen suddenly and at random. We are made to believe that things occur for no rhyme or reason. In the churning of cosmic soup, the flapping of the butterfly wings may create a hurricane. Is it really? A perfect crime is committed when no trace of external interference with an act of nature results in a negative outcome. Nobody will blame anybody when a typhoon sweeps over a nation, as proving secret weather-changing experimentation via covert governmental projects is not easy!
This is a fascinating typical Tamil movie with a different storyline. Sadly, it is not an original offering, but its storyline is based on Alfred Hitchcock's 'Stranger on the Train.' (1951). The story has been modified to suit the local scenery and the turn of the tide of time. The strangers are not on a train but are hitchhiker-driver combo; the train is a car speeding on a highway from Bangalore to Chennai.
Nanda is a musician. Upon his return from Bangalore, after a movie deal, his car breaks down. He manages to hitch a ride from Arjun, a weird character that he had seen the previous night drunk and about to jump off a balcony! Nanda takes the ride anyway.
Along the journey, Nanda and Arjun find commonalities. Nanda is in a loveless marriage, and Arjun is a wealthy tycoon's son wronged by his mean father. After a few friendship-bonding moments, Arjun proposes a mutually beneficial plan - each was to murder the other's misery...
Nanda baulks at such a proposition and scoots off. He thinks it is all forgotten. Nanda's wife is increasingly irritating him and is overtly flirting with her working colleagues. Nanda himself feels like putting an end to her life when he feels the opportunity is ripe, but his inner consciousness stops him. Then Nanda receives a call from the police that his wife had been killed in a hit-and-run accident. Arjun had started his end of the bargain even without Nanda's consent. Then Arjun's cat and mouse game begins, trying to force Nanda to reciprocate.
It balances ending evil, doing the right thing and satisfying the sane conscious mind. Man, we have developed two contradictory assets over generations of mitosis and natural selection. We have gained the curse of a good memory and the often feuding of the reptilian mind and the policeman of our superego.
The ageing brain finds it difficult to learn new tricks. Hence, it compensates for its deficiencies by filling them with old remote thoughts. Whilst watching this Korean thriller noir, a conversation with an old friend, 20 years previously, resurfaced.
P was an ambitious young man when he was posted as a secondary school teacher in a remote part of the country. His rumbling young heart knew then that he was made for bigger things in life, but teaching a bunch of uninitiated young kids in the periphery was a start.
Being well versed in the Malay Language, he was quite a hit amongst the locals, particularly his young lady colleagues. These young lassies were all over him, eating out of his hand and at his beck and call. Bending over backwards to be in his company, there were unabashed invitations for intimacy.
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Such good chemistry, sensual without being sexual |
On further prodding by his nosey on more juicy details, P told them there was nothing more to say. Nothing happened. With a blank face, he said something to the effect of, "one should defecate where he eats!"
P went on to spend his free time preparing for his law degree. Soon enough, he resigned from his teaching stint and is now a flying legal eagle.
In every profession, situations may arise where one can obtain personal favours. He may be lured to use his positions to curry flavours to fulfil self-interests. For that reason, to be professional in a particular job would mean to put the emotional aspect into makings job-related decisions, but to decide with the head and not the heart. But then, when Adolf Eichmann made similar decisions, the world accused him of treating an act of evil as the banalest thing to do.