I’ve watched two films recently and both of them couldn’t move me in any way, in spite of decent storylines.

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind shows poverty and hardships and that does stir me emotionally and in light of which, a groundbreaking invention to solve the crisis is a moment of celebration indeed. That being said, I couldn’t truly connect with the joy, perhaps because the narration and script felt flat. Perhaps I was looking for more drama. Nonetheless, the fact that the movie is based on real-life story brings ebullience for my heart.

I might have appreciated it more had the little boy been shown working more on his craft, allowing us a deeper insight into his inner world — his desire to help his loved ones, his creativity and his determination. Soliloquies or dialogues with supporting characters, delivered with greater dramatic prowess, could have served this purpose. Perhaps I was yearning for some good old Indian-style drama, given my cultural familiarity with it. More wailing, more noise, more emotional outbursts and, of course, more celebration!

Last night I watched Me Before You, a movie which has a good rating. The story initially looked compelling. Could a man who has chosen assisted dying be transformed through love? I wish the answer had been yes. That would have been my movie. This one – well, I can appreciate the man’s selflessness in giving the woman who has shown unconditional love to him, the opportunity for an even more fulfilling life for herself. Yet I wished to see him give himself a chance as well, and realise how even his presence and the time they shared could have done wonders for her since she truly sought his heart and not necessarily the conventional completeness of a romantic relationship. On the contrary, had he chosen her, maybe many of us would have pinned it down as selfish. It was, no doubt, a difficult decision. And we can honor the man’s heart either way.

My ideal plot would be about the man giving love a chance, only to pass away naturally sometime afterwards. The girl could then move on to a newer life, as he had always wanted for her. That way, both would have had at least some of their wishes for each other fulfilled, and it would have felt like a comforting balance for my heart.

And so I end here, hoping my next cinematic explorations will sway me more on the emotional front. These ones, though, have certainly given me more food for thought on the complexities of the human heart and the human condition.