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One of the rarest qualities of cinema is that it can tangle space and time and able to preserve memories with unadulterated authenticity, 𝐺. π΄π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑠 π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘’ is a marriage of cinema's temporality with poetic realism that courses in a mellifluous rhythm and keeps on lingering inside you like an euphonious phrase. Backed by an otherworldly visual language with strong emphasis on silence it observes art and the thrill surrounding it, π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘’ manages to tie the active participation in art and it's passive consumption in the same thread without being didactic. Rather than being a critique, it celebrates the escapism entwined with any form of art.

The troupe of π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ πΊπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ πΆβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž πΆπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘π‘’π‘  sets foot in a village and circulating around the artistes and their artistry, π΄π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘› unsheathes the shrouded sensations from the point of view of both the entertainers and the villagers. While filming the stunts, the camera often alternates between a display of showmanship and the ardent enthusiasm and the sheer astonishment of the audience. Seconds slip into minutes and the raw emotions sink in your flesh and bones as well, just like a villager being startled by the wizardry you too wish to freeze these little moments for ever. π΄π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘› liberates his film from any sorts of urgency and that's what drives you in a reverie.

Unlike a film surrendered to miserablism, π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘’ is never desperate to seek sympathy for it's characters, π΄π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›'s masterstroke is to introduce meta elements to render the pains and tears of the crew, makes them break the fourth wall and communicate with the viewer directly; apart from that π‘‡β„Žπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘’ is extremely reticent about the personal desire of the troupe. Inside the tent there is no separation between humans and animals, everything gets reduced as an entertainment material as we see a monkey dressed up as a man while a showman imitates an animal.

The brightest aspect of the film is definitely it's restrained sensationalism and the grand spirituality that marinates the narrative, it never goes overboard with philosophy but keeps things hidden under plain sight. The circus is nothing but a tiny snippet of life's events for a villager, it comes flushing people with exhilaration and leaves with certain bitterness or it may represent life itself when you look at it from a clown's perspective, which considering from both side goes on.

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