Lion, 2016

I don’t suppose I’ve ever made the claim to have cried through an entire movie – not because it was horrible, but because it was so very good – until I saw this beautiful story called Lion.

So stricken was I at the many facets of the film that captured so very skillfully multiple stories spread across continents, that it is truly difficult to pinpoint which pieces of the story appealed to me the most.  How does the universe sometimes conspire to align the stars in such a way so as to allow for us mere mortals to see with the aid of hindsight how the trajectories of our lives have intersected here and there, at this place and that, with this one and that one, and has finally caused us to be alive to reflect upon where we are today.  How does that happen?  Is that Providence? The hand of God?  There is no other explanation.  At least not one that is as convincing to me as that.

This is a film that prompts us – sometimes gently, other times violently – to reflect on the underlying existential themes of the human condition, and leaves us in awe of the inexplicable.  How does the human heart have the capacity to love and yet to turn away from love, nay, to nurture evil in one’s hurt? How does the human heart long for learning of one’s biological origins and doesn’t stop seeking it out? How does the human heart have the capacity to love not one but two women so much that the line between birth and adopted mother are truly blurred?  For these and the very many other heart wrenching issues of social evils in India deeply-rooted in poverty that were highlighted, I raise a glass to the creators of this thoughtful film.

And if you’re wondering about the title of the film and what it stands for, I’m afraid you would need to be a native speaker of Hindi to begin with, and even then, would need to wait until the very end of the movie to truly understand.

This was a lovely Christmas Day viewing in the company of my family, and other than crying my eyes out, never before did I walk out of a movie theatre feeling so very privileged to be alive.  And loved.  And whole.


2 thoughts on “Lion, 2016

  1. Wow! You’ve written some fantastic reviews over the years but this one is in a class by itself. I haven’t seen the movie but I have to believe that this profound tribute truly does it justice. Well done!

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