I watched Ritesh Batra's Photograph some days ago. It's been maligned by some for its slowness but I enjoyed the very fact. He has to develop two worlds disparate in so many ways that it would take time. I could've watched another hour of it. I guess some would also hate the fact that the movie doesn't conclude one way or the other(P swore badly when the end credits rolled) or that it doesn't even feel like having begun in the traditional sense. But having watched a couple of his previous movies, I'm getting used to Batra's modus operandi. He just gives you the premise and lets you fill in the rest, optimistically or otherwise. He doesn't believe in letting you go with just a happy or a sad sigh. It takes some getting used to, surely. And given the fact that the characters hardly speak in words, it's some bit of hard work for the viewer. Much as I enjoyed that process, I couldn't help cursing Batra at times for his stinginess. Like the scene where the hero discovers the girl's favourite and now supposedly-extinct Campa Cola. You prepare yourself for the impending romantic moment but no, it turns out that you have to conjure it up only in your head! Sadistic, no?
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