I saw Kumare for 3 reasons alone: theater’s proximity to my apartment, my nostalgic yearn for ali g, and the weather conditions: rain, but Kumare turned out to be everything I love in a movie. Satire, punking, chills, and finally forgetting about my world and questioning the world all at once.
While sitting at the IFC Center, I knew that there were some viewers who felt mocked, some who felt that they were in on the joke/were smarter than the average (I go to the IFC, therefore I am superior) and others who possibly felt both. And while some did not take away a lesson from this film, I’m someone who draws connections from nothing, enjoys a movie with a moral and for the most part always will think deeper into it than need be. These images and words were my guru within tonight.
Unlike a Sacha Baron Cohen production that only exposes American stupidity. Gandhi exposed the social development of a country who’s size as well as its belief in freedom has resulted in confusion, struggle and yet still some sort of longing for a greatness. Always wanting more, always wanting to better, in search of bliss, in search of control, in search of true freedom to be who we are, in search of individualism, in search of the collective, in search for another being to guide us to our mirror, hold it up and show us our own reflection.
A close friend once told me, we should only be with someone who inspires us to grow and to be a better person. Yes, I am still skeptical of this idea completely, whether it be of the possibility of finding my penguin or it be of the hope that I am enough for myself, the truth is I am never completely alone in this world. Every person, plant, image, word has the ability to produce an effect within me, and every effect eventually will ring positive.
All is an illusion. I am an illusion. And what does this mean?
Only what I want it to.