Visvanath Mazumder

For the anointed in the dune saga, it is Denis’s master stroke. The fervour of faith in an inhospitable barren Terra marred by riches of the known universe, is akin to our contemporary socio-political evolution. Our spice is petroleum. A fossil fuel driven civilisation. A land stricken by faith and termoil. For the film, it’s artistic. Like Beethoven’s symphony V. For the anointed, it’s par excellence. Unapologetic to traditional movie making, unparalleled in its imagination, unmitigated in its visual treat, unfettered in its cinema experience. All functions of a cinema at its best. Acting, music, script, visual effects, like painting of Van Gogh coming to life. Bringing Franks novel to reality is a Herculean task, matched by its predecessor’s monumental failure. Denis has made the original Mia Culpa. After absorbing this film, watching others will prove to a test of unwitting comparisons. Salute to everyone associated with the motion picture.

I liked the film. It’s imaginative yet pedantic as many critics have suggested. Moot point is the factuality of what is written, believed to be true, believed to be the truth. It’s a belief. For me, I never sent my Rama to any exile in the forest. He has always been with me. My Rama is my conscience. A force that makes me a human. My Rama rules over “Kingdom of heaven”. Which is my “ Kingdom of Conscience”. Simplifying - my Rama makes me put anyone’s interests before me. My Rama makes me try to be a “human being” before it is marred by petty parochial identities. My Rama rides in my Mana Vacha And Karmana. My life is between my Rama and me. Not tarnished by any other consideration. I found the film to be a scopic of my “Hero my Rama”. I loved it.