Forgive me if I am a tad incoherent in what I write here, I
am still collecting the scattered pieces of my mind that have just been blown away
by watching a brilliant film called ’12 Angry men’. You don’t need me to
tell you what it’s about, you have imdb or google for that. This is not going
to movie review route, don’t worry. I am aware that I suck at them.
I am writing this because I am constantly amazed by how much
a well-written story can captivate me. The beautifully written characters with
intricate backstories that give them a certain depth and complexity and make
their motives confounding to the audience, and dialogue infused with genuine
emotion sans melodrama and intelligent humour devoid of innuendoes and sarcasm.
How can you not love the oldies?
