For a very long time I had The Reader, tucked away in one of the CDs at home, somehow wasn’t really in the frame of mind to want to watch something which would be heavy on the heart.
Today while waiting for pages to proofread I ran through the film, actually sat peacefully and enjoyed every bit of it, given the fact that we have the issue packed up and waiting to reach the stands and not too many people had shown up today. I liked the film….
Actually, human behaviour in itself is such a compelling subject that somehow, it always conjures up fantastic stories. Just why we do what we do is so intriguing for one and all. Like in the case of Hanna Schmit…
(I am not the greatest fan of Kate Winslet and through the initial 15mins of the film I was pretty unhappy with the way that kid looked too… but then again, you don’t really go wowie, and totally glued to a film from the word go, it has to grow on you.)
There are many times when I look back in life, I wonder what if I had done things differently. I don’t really know if my life would have been much different cause I haven’t been on too many crossroads or maybe I just didn’t stop to ponder ever, when maybe I should have, I’d never know!
Another thing, the whole jazz about ‘guilt’!
Through out the film I kept thinking of how did the Kid ever manage to get over the guilt of keeping mum, about not going through those gates and walking up to Hanna the first time he attempted. For someone like me who just needs reasons to worry my heart out, it is too much pain to deal with. I don’t know why I do that so very many times; I pick out a person from the yore and think of all the days that we have shared, many a times it adds up to nothing more than 2 or 3… and then think of an instance where perhaps I tried telling a joke that might have hurt the person, or even a snide comment (I used to be super sarcastic to the world at one pointt; I am now working against it) and then feel miserable about the whole thought. In all probability, I might be the only one of the two who has even bothered to remember the instance yet, I succeed in making myself miserable about it.
Like this one recurring thought: About a professor of ours, I have always been obedient and respectful of others but this one time, a classmate pointed out to me how this particular professor might be really dirty, for he wears the same clothes all the time… The thought of person not changing clothes, equated to lack of civic sense in my head, I couldn’t think of any other reasons why someone wont change clothes and would feel very disgusted if I had to go past him, till somehow I heard he wasn’t financially well off and was working very hard to support the family… that guilt still stays with me, though with it also comes the pray of hope, that wherever he might be, he should be doing good today!
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Hey, I found the movie very poignant. The boy is too ashamed of his past to confront her and take her side. At the same time, do you remember when she compliments him on being good at reading and he says no one has ever said I was good at anything before. So he owes it to her for helping him grow into the man he becomes. There is remorse in him for not standing up to her, evident when he cries, both a the sentence and then when he hears about her will after she's dead. I hold that circumstances shape who we are. You have to experience the times, trials and tribulations to really justify or condemn the characters we see on screen. Saw Revolutionary Road and although disturbing, its good to be pushed out of the security of our own lives and experience a differentrange of emotions. Will begin reading Revolutionary Road in a few days..will tell you how I liked it.
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