I Lost My Body: SATM

Welcome back to the fifth addition of the series ‘Something About The Movie’ Today, we have an animated film to talk about. Correction, I’ll be talking about the best animated film I’ve watched so far. But, not about how the movie is made, what makes it good or bad. Instead, this is the approach to SATM – I am not someone who reviews movies.

It’s french, it is surreal and it’s beautiful.


Read other episodes on SATM here.


Based on different timelines, this is probably the most bravely choreographed film I’ve watched this year. It makes me want to consider ‘animation’ as a mainstream production from now on because before this I saw them as just (not as film) animation. A whole different world, but only it’s not.

It’s imaginative on an obvious level, but sticks to the story like it’s not so surreal. Hell, I’m thinking of making my first film animated. And, there’s a crucial reasoning to this thought built over time, watching cartoons. Making a film in the conventional way is definitely the best way to come closer to the ‘realistic’ target. Perhaps this is why it is a convention to shoot films on a camera. But, it is also in a way ruining the facts similar to destroying a kid’s belief in something which is evidently not true. Like Santa Claus. You are not telling the kid about the existence. But, forcing that kid to skip the process of thought into the belief stage.

To be precise, it is to tell or convey your perception about, say God, in a manner which forces the viewer to discard their opinions about it if they love films. I don’t think I’ll be able to let myself do that to someone. Even worse, it might just create a perspective based on that singular thought process which puts up the pseudo-inclusive sense to your movies.

I’ve successfully spoiled nothing about the film. You’re welcome. There’s a subtle talk about fate in ‘I Lost My Body’ and I’ll let you decide for yourself. But, can you?

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Cleo and her heart

Never had I imagined to see the widely spoken Hindu mantra while watching Roma. A Spanish film based in the 20th Century far from Indian cultures. Yet, so close to human nature.

“Shantih” means to be in peace. Silence.

It is repeated after every mantra-induced function at my home. Too regularly. As a child, it felt very normal and honestly even boring to repeat these words. Maybe because most of the mantras are forced upon us without making us understand their meaning. Only if I knew to chant mantras meant to believe in mankind’s prosperity, I’d be doing it without the need to abscond these meant-to-be parties.

People here usually have an event to chant mantras and save themselves from any kind of misery. But, it’s always more than just chanting mantras. This belief is way more stronger than the belief in mankind. Some do it to be saved. Some do it to prosper. But, those I saw chanting with fear are facing God as their last choice. It’s their choice to fear the God, then so be it.

To me these mantras don’t end up as a fear. They are literature of importance and genius. These are words dancing along the nature’s rhythm. Weird as it is, the ‘Shantih Shantih Shantih’ mantra is usually the most followed ritual even in the (not so) modern India. Maybe because it is as simple as it can get.

Imagine a world where peace was the only option. The film Roma dreams of it and I too.


If I didn’t speak much about the movie, it is only because I want my readers to watch it for themselves. Which is the way I like to talk about movies on this blog and everywhere else. The experience is unique to everyone like their minds.

Also, this is the fourth article in “Something About the Movie” plus the 69th day on my streak in WordPress. Feels like writing on this blog is as regular as having a bath. Both got better exponentially over three months of time. For this, I’d like to take a moment and thank myself. Chaou.

Scent of a Woman

If there’s anything to learn about acting from Al Pacino, I’d say this is the movie one should bow down to. Beautifully crafting the art of acting as a blind person, he also maintains the contrast within the character approaching the vivid. The film-making style is close to the movie Dead Poets Society, but it is very much different in terms of story-line and the characters. I don’t want to sound like someone who reviews movies, that’s basically the job of someone who could be called by the name Rajeev. But, the character of Frank Slade is remarkably stupendous indeed.

This is the third addition to the series Something About The Movie, you can read all here. Here’s my set of words trying to play the character of gratitude for Al Pacino.

All hail the legend! Or, just me is fine too.

His acting very much mocks the ones with an eyesight. Because, the character too had sight once before. Like Helen Keller in my school textbooks, this role and especially Al Pacino makes it clear as crystal – the ones with no vision see more. Mainly, they appreciate more than we do.

Our sight may have given us the proof of what we’d have asked for beauty. But, only when there’s no proof of this sight do we imagine more. Listen more. Smell more. And, just feel everything at a hype. It is interesting to realise that this hype could not be one to a few. It can’t be good or even worse, which is well depicted by the actor in his methods of anger and care.

Anger is his go-to emotion most of the time on screen. And, it’s very obvious with the history he has had. Plus, the condition he lives in now. Behind all the boiling misery, like his daughter says, there is sugar somewhere hiding at the core of this character. Later in the movie, we do get to see it.

Of all, he loves to woo a woman. Hence, the sense of this scent is well thought and also better visualized through a blind character.

Every woman has a scent, and many
men do have the olfactory system.

Book Stranger

Wonder do I hourly
Juggling, kick the scar low
Rock slip fairly
Juggling, kick the scar low

Willy done with the hill
Jeopardy, one won’t be
Reels went on to fill
Jeopardy, one won’t be

Wired to the source out
Jill, jiggled joyful
Running to the fallout
Jill, jiggled joyful

Wonder do I timely
Jogging, to my beats
Ruin hunts for Presley
Juggling, to my deeds