2 days, 2 giants of the big screen silenced.. Ingmar Bergman(July 14, 1918 – July 30, 2007) and Michelangelo Antonioni (September 29, 1912 – July 30, 2007). The banal question running around in bloggers' circles: "Would people watch their movies and appreciate them now?" Also running around are the huge accolades and testimonials pouring in honour of these men. And even a brief pseudo-sophisticated analysis of the works by pundits. And, so to speak, a temporary 'pompous' commemoration. All too temporary.

"Am I born in an age hardly conducive to grab the true essence of these maestros' movies? Is there a paradigm-shift, causing an inevitable change in the movie-watcher's mentality to being more practical, street-smart, unimaginative and precise? Is this unequivocal approach playing villain in this whole process of an avant-garde experience? Or is this whole approach itself a new-wave which is eclipsing over the old school of thoughts which I'm so comfortable with. Either way, I'm a misfit failing to adapt.. or incapable of!"

Suits me!

A tribute to an artist, who made me love pain, and accept it... quite effortlessly

RIP,
Shine on!