Not A Review - RockStar

This is not a love story. This is not a biopic of a rockstar either. This is something bigger. Something beyond the visualization of a normal human mind- of thoughts, dreams, solitude, peace and true love. This movie needs to be seen beyond the obvious, to be heard beyond the spoken.

The protagonist lives in a world of his own - a world devoid of societal opinions, in a cocoon insulated from the worldy care. He is a freely wandering soul - careless, undaunted. He cannot be chained down, grovelling in the dust. He is not born to do it.He has to fly - soar high. He does not need anyone. Because he is in search of something more meaningful. Because he is in search of himself. He is not a conformist. He dares to go against the norms laid down by the society. And when you do so, it is natural for the society not to understand you.

The story reminds me of the Jonathan Livingston seagull - the gull who sought against the conventions of the seagull society to find a deeper purpose in life. And to do what he loves doing.

The movie looks ahead of the moral boundaries of right and wrong. Morality is a societal concept. And as Nietszche has rightly said, "You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist." The protagonist is lost within himself. He does not know the difference between right-doing and wrong-doing. He knows passion. He feels love.

The movie depicts love beyond the realms of institutional marriage. True love is not bounded by conditions, and thoughts of right and wrong. It does not have expectations of reciprocity. It need not be directed towards someone. Love in itself is a sense of completion. It cannot be fathomed.

As for the society, such souls have always been considered insane. But who defines insanity? Is it about not walking with the herd? Or is it about deriving peace from selfless love?

And just so as to quote Rumi completely:
"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I will meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about
language, ideas, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense."


I don't expect you to understand this. This is not a review. Its a perception. I am not a critic. This is just my view.