Soni-that Netflix film you should see


Just like that I watched it. Nobody asked me to see it.

So I just watched it. Simply. With nothing in my brain.

One scene has the protagonist filling herself a glass of water for about 42 secs. And one where she’s folding clothes for 38 secs. And one where she is walking for 63 secs.

Like long takes.

Where she is doing the mundanest of things. And these mundane activities happen between edge of the seat, nail-biting, rage inducing scenes that leave you with a surge of emotions. And those crucial scenes take lesser screen time than these mundane activities. Like you are crazily involved and suddenly it just snaps. It gets cut off to see the protagonist doing mundane bodily actions like drinking water, folding clothes and just simply breathing. Not breathing heavily or anything…just simply breathing and sitting on a bed.

And the best part is that this fucking works wonders on you. Like I haven’t been so engrossed watching a film. Like I watched her folding clothes sitting on the edge of my seat.

Soni with the kind of storytelling it uses is absolutely and insanely refreshing.

And it is shot like the way Manmohan Desai describes in one of his interviews “I don’t know anything about camera. I am so involved in telling the story that I am assuming someone is recording it.”

The DOP does nothing more than record it. But the manner in which he does so incredible. He makes you forget the fact, that this is a movie in progress. It’s so sexily shoddy, that it is genius. Like pitch perfectly flawed and organic. Nothing is framed. Nothing is lit. Nothing is worth being recognized because nothing is more important than the story. If your eyes had a record button..this is how the footage would look like.

And if your ears had a record button, this is how the world would sound like.

Now in that…happens a story.

Who are these people? Actors? I can’t imagine them to be that. Not a single one of them misses a beat. Nobody is anybody else than the character.

That leaves you simply awestruck…because you end up not having watched a story, but having lived one.

And this story is great to have lived it.

More than anything else, it just opens your eyes to a new kind of storytelling.

Which is ‘Nothing else matters but the story’.

I’m dying to spend some great time talking to people who have watched it.