Md Ali Jaffry

October is a story like a jasmine flower called Shiuli in Bangali. The flower that blossom in this time of the season the harbinger of the Durga Puja. The flowers when young and beautiful drop from the branches and carpets the foot of the tree. They lead rather short life but full of fragrance and avid beauty. There are people who pick them up and smell them and forms connection with them in a most subtle ways. The movie is charm to watch. Sure, you cannot smell the beauty of the flower, but the director has tried to substitute it with camera. Sircar, the director, steers the deadly serious spiritual quest with an air of briskness and purpose. Purely in terms of craft, October is many notches above the average Hindi movie, in which scenes are lined up one after the other like train coaches. There is both rhythm and flow to the scenes, and the observational camerawork yields many lovely standalone moments. The plot is simple a hotel management trainee falls from 30 meter and another co-trainee gets more effected than others, and a love like feeling unfolds form the sense of grief and a sense of duty. “Where is Dan?” was her last words. A meditative movie short in real hotel and hospital. Watched and whimpered with my wife, felt the movie directly in heart. We both have tragic notes to exchange, it will touch your heart too, it will vibrate your nodes too to set you eyes free for pearls.