World-premiering at the Berlinale, this Marathi drama will compete for the Crystal Bear for Best Film in the Generation Kplus section.
Spoilers ahead…
You can read the full review on Film Companion, here: https://www.filmcompanion.in/sthalpuran-chronicle-of-space-movie-review-in-akshay-indikars-deeply-felt-portrait-of-a-young-boy-technique-replaces-traditional-storytelling/
Childhood is usually the most dynamic phase of existence. Even those of us who grow up ball-and-chained to desk jobs begin our lives running and jumping, hopping and swinging — especially in that mythical land that is the grandparents’ home. That’s the kind of situation eight-year-old Dighu (Neel Deshmukh), from Pune, finds himself in. With his mother (Rekha Thakur) and older sister, Durga (Anushree Wani), he lands up at his grandparents’ village in the Konkan coast, filled with “roaring sounds of the sea.” The setting seems ripe for a boys’ own adventure. Let me pause at this point and ask you what kind of cinematography might complement the events to follow.
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ravenus1
February 29, 2020
Terrific review that focuses on the intangibles of the film, would love to be able to catch it somewhere. I quite enjoyed Killa, which I thought was a lovely companion to the quiet observant manner of Shankar Nag’s adaptations of RK Narayan stories in the Malgudi Days serial.
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brangan
February 29, 2020
ravenus1: Thank you so much. This film was a joy to watch and write about and so happy you brought up the “intangibles”. That undefinable “space” is what this is.
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brangan
November 27, 2020
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hakimokimo
November 30, 2020
Loved the film, one of my favourites this year.
And probably this is my favourite review of yours this year.
This:
” This isn’t the chronicle of Dighu. As the title suggests, this is the chronicle of space: the turbulent interior spaces of Dighu’s mind, contrasted with the calm surroundings the boy finds himself in. Outside, the sun peeks through trees during a boat ride and a spider weaves its web and even the occasional thunderclap is not so much menacing as a welcome sign of rain to get drenched in. Inside, Hindustani classical music plays soothingly on a radio. ”
And this:
” Are we witnessing Dighu’s self-absorption (not that that’s a sin in a little boy) and feelings of alienation? The deeply felt Sthalpuran, then, is its own kind of diary. It fills up the pages of Dighu’s life beyond the lines he’s jotted down. ”
Brilliant!
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