There is an oriya film called "sesha Srabana"(the last monsoon). I had seen that film when i was in school ..the film was made even when i was not born.
The film was so tacky technically that i am sure that given a lumix cam myself I cud have done a better job. Shoddy print , jerky cam movements, lack of continuity and horrendous make up.
But that was the film that got me hooked to the fact that films are more than the physical aspects of filmmaking.
The film made me feel that the most important aspect of the film is honesty. Honesty to the story that one is trying to tell. The sheer rawness of this honesty is enough to affect the guy sitting infront of the screen. This honesty is which tears thru tackiness of the technical details ..and manages to sear a guy born 7 years after the film was made.
The film tells a very very old story of a girl who gets rescued by two low caste guys from a flood and stays with them . She loses her memory but these two guys know that she is from a rich/high caste family so they go out of their way to make her live "properly". They even try and find a high caste groom for her..meanwhile she falls in love with one of the guys...
After sometime one of the guys from nearby village recognises her as an upper caste girl. The girl is forced by village elders to return to her family..but they refuse to take her.
In the end she commits suicide by jumping into the same river she was rescued from.
The music is improvised from folk songs , the story is a folk story and the actors are either amatuers or juniors. But the greatness of the film stays with you once u leave the theatre...
I have seen a few world class films but no one manages to move me so much as this stupid oriya film does. Even as i write this I am hearing a song from this film.
Just proves that films are immortal..some are more immortal than others...
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