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In our small world, we, the middle class people, have our own set of adventures, from making ends meet, educating the kids, marrying them off (say no to dowry), celebrating festivals in a way that meets some elusive societal standards, taking care of parents, repaying loans and paying premiums while saving our face and reputation. It is full of drama, romance, action, comedy, all in one.
Madras Matinee does justice in capturing this essence, it wasn't a movie; more like a documentary with Sathyaraj's commentary in the background, with several impactful narrations.
The casting was on point, with no overwhelming, dramatic music, just the monotonous lull of routine.
It was grossly interrupted by uninspiring humor, the only negative I could find in this True Story.
The father: the pain he feels when he is disrespected by his children, the fear of failing in front of them, the sense of worthlessness he carries like a cross throughout his life, admits to not have received any guidance but the only genuine constant is the responsibility he feels for the happiness of his family, his children. His joy in learning to ride a car, because it was a novelty, the first time he decided when to accelerate and when to press brake and could finally steer his own path. Probably a moment of self-discovery for a man who never knew what pleasure feels like. Painfully ignorant of the silent reputation he has earned through his simple living. "Amaidiya irundha awkward aiduvaru"
The mother: Sensible, companion and confidant to her kids, finding happiness in the myriad household chores, the backbone that supports the so-called man of the house, hiding her own sorrows and desires and drinking it up with her timely tea. Panam irundha podhuma, pasamum venum nu purinjavanga.
The elder daughter: Shouldering responsibility, accepting all turmoils with a steely determination, repressed and oppressed and fighting for a voice without probably realising she was bullied, fighting for her freedom, wanting to take flight but tentative on her tender wings, wanting to change her life's trajectory while battling her loyalty to her parents's values. Amul baby um, judgemental aunties um vendam nu oru mudivu.
The younger brother: Quick to anger, quick to judge, quick to feel and quick to let go. He needs his sibling's counsel and shoulder, exploring adolescent infatuation and declaring, "Coimbatore lam boring, Chennai dhan Mass" Ellathayum vedukkunnu seiyaradhu. He probably knows, roshathoda vaazha kaasu mukkiyam illa.
Their choicelessness, hence resolve, as they take on the next day as if nobody died (RIP Brownie) the previous night.
Some Gems: Final rites are the celebration of the life that they lived.
Na summandha en uyir ippo enna sumakkudhu Petrol (kuppai) vasanai varakudathunu kulichuttu varadhu.
Evlo panninanalum edho oru kora vachitta mathiri irukum.
Tamil ah bhagawan dhan kaapathanum
Conclusion: Definitely heavy hearted and teary eyed, with the realization that the more we notice the ones below us in the rungs of societal privileges, the more grateful we can be, yet we look at what we don't have so our next generation can access those too. (adutha thalaimurai aadhu thala thookanum).
Middle Class Makkal oda manasila irukra bayam, vidhikka pattadha, vidhaikka pattadha nu oru kelvi.
The theatre was silent throughout, except for the sniffles and sobs and cheers only in the end, remembering their childhood lost to the inevitable Ethir Neechal.
You will know the movie had you by your heartstrings if you went home and mustered the courage to have an open conversation with your family.
Madras Matinee does justice in capturing this essence, it wasn't a movie; more like a documentary with Sathyaraj's commentary in the background, with several impactful narrations.
The casting was on point, with no overwhelming, dramatic music, just the monotonous lull of routine.
It was grossly interrupted by uninspiring humor, the only negative I could find in this True Story.
The father: the pain he feels when he is disrespected by his children, the fear of failing in front of them, the sense of worthlessness he carries like a cross throughout his life, admits to not have received any guidance but the only genuine constant is the responsibility he feels for the happiness of his family, his children. His joy in learning to ride a car, because it was a novelty, the first time he decided when to accelerate and when to press brake and could finally steer his own path. Probably a moment of self-discovery for a man who never knew what pleasure feels like. Painfully ignorant of the silent reputation he has earned through his simple living. "Amaidiya irundha awkward aiduvaru"
The mother: Sensible, companion and confidant to her kids, finding happiness in the myriad household chores, the backbone that supports the so-called man of the house, hiding her own sorrows and desires and drinking it up with her timely tea. Panam irundha podhuma, pasamum venum nu purinjavanga.
The elder daughter: Shouldering responsibility, accepting all turmoils with a steely determination, repressed and oppressed and fighting for a voice without probably realising she was bullied, fighting for her freedom, wanting to take flight but tentative on her tender wings, wanting to change her life's trajectory while battling her loyalty to her parents's values. Amul baby um, judgemental aunties um vendam nu oru mudivu.
The younger brother: Quick to anger, quick to judge, quick to feel and quick to let go. He needs his sibling's counsel and shoulder, exploring adolescent infatuation and declaring, "Coimbatore lam boring, Chennai dhan Mass" Ellathayum vedukkunnu seiyaradhu. He probably knows, roshathoda vaazha kaasu mukkiyam illa.
Their choicelessness, hence resolve, as they take on the next day as if nobody died (RIP Brownie) the previous night.
Some Gems: Final rites are the celebration of the life that they lived.
Na summandha en uyir ippo enna sumakkudhu Petrol (kuppai) vasanai varakudathunu kulichuttu varadhu.
Evlo panninanalum edho oru kora vachitta mathiri irukum.
Tamil ah bhagawan dhan kaapathanum
Conclusion: Definitely heavy hearted and teary eyed, with the realization that the more we notice the ones below us in the rungs of societal privileges, the more grateful we can be, yet we look at what we don't have so our next generation can access those too. (adutha thalaimurai aadhu thala thookanum).
Middle Class Makkal oda manasila irukra bayam, vidhikka pattadha, vidhaikka pattadha nu oru kelvi.
The theatre was silent throughout, except for the sniffles and sobs and cheers only in the end, remembering their childhood lost to the inevitable Ethir Neechal.
You will know the movie had you by your heartstrings if you went home and mustered the courage to have an open conversation with your family.
The movie portrayed several factors that contribute to and maintain substance use disorders. It showed how for individuals with substance dependence, substance use seems to be the only source of coping from any kind of stressor.
The need for a supportive group that facilitates recovery, discusses their motivation and the ways of preventing relapse were well demonstrated. Often individuals who are able to find a sense of purpose, through a job, supporting a pet, or having a go-to person are able to deal with the disorder.
The impact on family, the incessant debts, the suicidality among the patients as well as caregivers, are witnessed in real cases as well.
However, the initial few scenes where the patients are maltreated, hit, despite the owner dissuading them, seem to be the unfortunate but real scenario in some de-addiction centres, and needs to be more supportive and respectful.
Overall it was an impactful and necessary contribution that informs public about the prevalence and adversities caused by substance use disorders.
It is a mental and behavioral disorder, for which treatment is possible and available. What remains to be done is to reach out.
The need for a supportive group that facilitates recovery, discusses their motivation and the ways of preventing relapse were well demonstrated. Often individuals who are able to find a sense of purpose, through a job, supporting a pet, or having a go-to person are able to deal with the disorder.
The impact on family, the incessant debts, the suicidality among the patients as well as caregivers, are witnessed in real cases as well.
However, the initial few scenes where the patients are maltreated, hit, despite the owner dissuading them, seem to be the unfortunate but real scenario in some de-addiction centres, and needs to be more supportive and respectful.
Overall it was an impactful and necessary contribution that informs public about the prevalence and adversities caused by substance use disorders.
It is a mental and behavioral disorder, for which treatment is possible and available. What remains to be done is to reach out.