Just finished watching Gran Torino. Another brilliant movie that left me in a turbulence of after-thoughts. This time, it’s a little different from the usual feeling that i get. It’s less fixated and less focused. But it probably bugs me twice as much as usual. I’m thinking the effect might not entirely be due to this film.

I’m slowly getting accustomed to the notion that certain movie only clicks when you’re in the appropriate mood during the day. On this day, Gran Torino is a brilliant movie. Clint Eastwood is masterclass!

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Waiting for something is an uncomfortable process. Days have gone by with my indulgence in mundane monotony of work, I realised that I’ve lost count of the days and hours. At the start, I was counting with the enthusiasm of a child. Gradually, all but some of those dissipated into the vacuum emptiness that echoes between my ears. And the heart sinks as the footstep slows to the pace of directionless walking. Perhaps I’ve already lost sight of what’s ahead already.

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when you sing with genuine emotions, your voices reaches far away.

some things, some people, passes you by just once in your life. will you grab it with all you’ve got or rather live with a life of unfulfilled possibilities?

a question that’s more difficult to ask than it seems – do i think you forgot me?

Three quarter into the movie, I was still wondering why you like this movie and why did you recommended me to watch this movie. Woody Allen, a brilliant director i’ve heard about for a long time, but never watched many movies by him to remember his directorial style. Vicki Cristina Barcelona was by him, but the cinematography stood out more for me in that movie so I’m still quite curious about his style.

The way the story unfold is quite simplistic, with typically witty dialogue as expected of a film set in UK. But it’s only into the final quarter that i discover and appreciate the simplicity. Using something really simple to depict life is Woody Allen’s brilliance. And I appreciate the imperfect ending too. And the irony in the end is smart!

“The man who said that I’d rather be lucky than be good, saw deeply into life. People often are afraid to face how a greater part of life is dependent on luck. It’s scary to that so much is out of one’s control.

There are moments in the match when the ball hits the top of the net. And for a split second, the ball could either fall forward or back. With a little luck, it goes forward and you win. Or maybe it doesn’t, and you lose.

The narration gives the typical notion. And at the end, it’s the opposite that happened. It appears that he won when he went undiscovered. But did he win afterall?

You might not know it, but I’m learning a lot from you too. I always have the tendency to tie knots with my thoughts, but the little things that came my way seem to unlock each of these knots in ways I never expect. You seem to know what I like very well, maybe even better than I do.

I like this movie. Not an immediate entry into my favourites list because there’s something somewhat missing. But I like the concepts discussed and it’s something that I’ve always thought about for a long time, especially during my time in Sweden. Never knew that all these thoughts would get refreshed in this movie.

The bad news is, time flies. The good news is, you’re the pilot.

I have a somewhat different thinking to what’s given in the movie. Years, days and hours are made of tiny seconds. These seconds are like grains of sand on the beach. Every grain of sand counts. They may seem a lot. But there’s only so much you can grab with your bare hands. Never to too greedy. Treasure the ones that matters.

I’ve always been wondering, what goes on in the mind of the directors of great films that haunts you. If they can cook up a perfect recipe that paints to such perfection, leaving the viewers psychologically haunted, they must be quite special. The same kinda mystic attraction with brilliant writers, brilliant artists, brilliant poets. Would love to meet one.

In my opinion, good movies leave psychological aftershocks when the credits start rolling. Memories of Matsuko is one such movie. The use of colours are perfect in my opinion. The story wasn’t mighty sophisticated but it was paced to such perfection. It also kept me thinking. How would it be if your entire life story gets unfold like Matsuko long after you’re gone?