Sunday, March 15, 2009

i surprised myself (and others too i tink) by not crying as much and as expected thru out Departures. added to my 2 neighbours who were sniffing, sobbing and using up all my tissue, it was just abit strange that i wasnt that affected.

dont be mistaken, i was very affected emotionally - just not the teary sort. cos to me, it seemed more of a celebration, rather than a cause for deep sorrow.

i loved the film, for its ability to showcase human dignity, right til the end, and in essence, the celebration of life, its closure, with death as just a gateway to the journey henceforth.

dignity, not defined by who you were (as a gender confused individual), or what state you landed up in (rebellious teenager killed pillion riding, or 2 wk old decomposing body), cos at the end of the day, when death stares at us in the face, its really about putting aside everything (reconcilliation, as keeve put it), remembering the person for who they were (i wont foret the scene where the dad thanked the morticians for showing him his boy's smile once more), acknowledging the difference they'd made (positive or otherwise), and thanking them for, well, being them. years of emotions, grudges, ill feelings that were harboured, simmered, accumulated, just melting away, into pure sorrow, and sometimes regret, but also relief and finally acceptance.

tis a celebration. a festival, of tears no doubt, but a time to come together, to celebrate and savour the moments where a candle burnt ever so brightly, flickered til its end, only to be lit up again, somewhere, yonder.