nothing compares to the complexities behind the facade of simplicity in old Indian movies. you’d think their expressions are exaggerated. maybe to you, their clothes or their words are melodramatic. but the layers of emotions and artistry is so seamlessly tied in every scene that it becomes hard to distinguish. to a layman, it might seem too loud and overwhelming but those who understand the intricacies behind their body movements and contortion of features might be able to comprehend the hidden meaning
even when there was no internet to google and gather global references, these people curated and conjured feelings that were visually poetic. it’s easy to discard the efforts and mastery in the name of “mundaneness” and “slow pace” but their honey laced words, magnificent wardrobes, intense songs and compound emotions are a proof that the mainstream cinema we consume now is a disoriented version of the epitome that’s slipping away from us with each year.