Okay! Here, to break the jinx of non-blogging for quite a
while, I start again.
A film review, or rather a film evoked rants, to go.
Unfaithful!
So, as far the storyline goes, it’s known to most, and yet,
worth a quick recap for the interest of some.
A wife, apparently well settled into an eleven years old
marriage with a eight year old living proof for a boy-kid, busy and lonely
perhaps just as most at her age and standing would be, steps into that infamous
pit that society calls adultery. She bumps into this stranger one fine stormy
afternoon, joins him for coffee, and thereafter for sex the next day and every
other days thereon. Husband starts with getting an inkling, investigates, finds
out, and then, confronts. No, not with the woman but with the lover. The
confrontation that starts so well that it could even dig into the profound
“why” and take the issue (no, not problem! Issue.) by it’s horn, however,
unfortunately, rather, turns into a murder scene as the husband loses control
over what he was meant to do and hits the guy on the head with a gift that he gave her and then she gave him in
turn. The rest of the movie becomes a matter of eventual mutual knowledge, that
they know that they know, and of course, police. It ends with a note where a
peaceful kid sleeps in the car backseat while the couple, musing over how their
rest of life could be a beautiful escapade, both term as important, pulls up
their car outside the police station and kisses passionately as the traffic
signal goes from red to green to yellow, back to red.
