On The Highway to Enlightenment

I am not really a movie-buff; a cinematic experience is like once in a blue moon affair for me. Yet, when I put a foot into the theater, I can’t imagine settling for anything less than an absolutely thrilling encounter. 

That I am always riding high on filmy expectations is probably one of the reasons why they are, more often than not, met with a disappointment. The urge to see a movie clenches me like hell and heaven woven together, and going by the recent experience at PVR Saket, it was the latter that powerfully conquered the former.

Dancing to the tunes of ‘Patakha Guddi’ this time, I gladly hopped onto the ‘Highway’. I wasn’t really hoping to catch it, the truck that would take me to the bitter-sweet journey, but all thanks to PVR and PVR cinema timings, by 5.30, I was all good to go.

Highway is beautiful, though in a peculiar sense. The edifice is strong enough to arouse even in the most stone-hearted the emotions of, well, bafflement. It leaves one grappling with one’s own sentiments and inklings, and to figure out whether you loved it or just plain hated it will tip you over the edge. But you can choose either. Hate it or love it, it would leave you moved.

The movie doesn’t reek of drama. There is no permeating background score whose edifice could move you. Yet you will feel choked by the narrative of it, which is blatant, in an innocuous manner though.

Highway will leave you gratified. It will urge you to seek answers to questions which are non-existing, or those that have never been raised up before.  It will further propel your alter ego to claw itself from the deepest, dirty slump- slump of the insane, and that of the unacceptable.

Riddled with beauty and darkness alike, Highway portrays an enlightening picture. Or maybe it is a little devastating, too. It paints a problematic picture, yet for every turn you will take on the truck, you will be left grasping for breath. 

That’s it. Highway!