by numbers. has no real idea of the scope of what it’s taking on. fails at emotion, fails at humanity.
could not get the phrase 'song of the little road', the translation of the title, out of my head as i watched this movie. the rhythm of the music was one thing - and then the rhythm of everything else.
durga running down the road, through the orchard that was once her family's orchard but is no longer, and taking fruit anyway, over and over again. it is ingrained in her. it's a rhythm.
her mother combing out her hair,…