Reliving Rockstar
I think ‘the movie’-Rockstar can only be appreciated after a third watch. The first watch drips you in music meeting unattained love, the second watch is where you appreciate the cinematic genius and the master screenplay. You notice the angst in the anger and the anger in the angst.
You feel the fuck, when Ranbir shows his ‘middle’ finger!
But, It is the third watch where you really take notice of the story.
The story of the ‘rockstar’.
The story of Jordan.
The most contrarian way to tell a story is to not tell the story but just give the audience enough cues and means to unwrap the story! It challenges the user but the art is in making the challenge feel like a flow you are enjoying!
The music does this as you know Jordan more.
Jordan is not telling his story, he does not care for an audience,anymore He is not playing to the gallery. He is longing, but for what? He wants to feel home! The thing about finding art is, you leave your home to find the art, you don’t always return back to one. Jordan could not return! Parinda just has no home to return even though it is yearning to find one, you see in his hopeful eyes standing in the familiar nooks when no one is around, staring at the morning sun, just losing touch of what normal is, any more. Slowly and gradually
And Imitiaz Ali is not telling any of it through Jordan but with everything happening/unfolding around him
When you see the story of Jordan, you wish, at so many points, that things would have turned differently. But they did not
Magic happens when passion meets serendipity, Rockstar is Imtiaz Ali Magic. And the thing about magic is, you know it won’t be created again.
But then, that is the tax we pay to witness it!