Student or Learner
Somebody out there's listening. You've been brooding for months (if not years) about the state of the movies, about how love stories don't have a heart anymore, sentiment is sadly lacking and the little remaining talk rarely to any point. And then along comes Black.
Let the self-appointed paan masala pundits and plain philistines say what the hell they want to. Let the action at the box office dictate what it will. None of that matters because here's a labour of love that's exceptional.
For indeed it follows the rule of fine movie-making, with a story to tell and a comment to make. Moreover, there's a perfect collaboration between the technicians and director, actors and camera, to transmit both. As a result, Sanjay Leela Bhansali's fourth feature film emerges as a civilised, inspiring and literate celebration of the human condition, discovering light -'n'-grace within the depths of darkness.
To be sure, you do flinch at the outset. Scenes, moments and characters have been snitched straight out of Arthur Penn's 1962 black-and-white. The Miracle Worker, which fetched Oscars for its principal players Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke.
Can you please tell me what "labour of love" means in this context?
If you do something as a labour of love, you do it because you really want to and not because of any reward you might get for it, even though it might involve hard work.
Hi, gary - LONG time since we last saw you!