I was never really one for lyrics. For me, words became mere devices to provide music its physicality: like clothes needlessly humanising a bare body. It took me years to realise that my favourite childhood Bollywood songs ( Choli Ke Peeche Kya Hai?, Tu Cheez Badi Hai Mast ) were actually criminally catchy, eve-teasing anthems.
Kate Mercer (Charlotte Rampling) suffers from an identical disorder in Andrew Haigh’s 45 Years . For four-and-a-half decades, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes was her happy song. It had to be. Its slow-dance baritone reeked of romantic beginnings. After all, Fred Astaire had waltz-walked with Ginger Rogers to this in the 1935 musical, Roberta , before their famous wedding-proposal “handshake”. Perhaps their elegance led a young, dewy-eyed Kate to let this number score her first dance with husband Geoff (Tom Courtenay) 45 years ago. It became their song. It had to be. She never did notice its words. A cinematic cloak hid what lay beneath: a melancholic ballad of incomplete love.
From the crescendo,
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On the concluding note of “their song” during their 45th anniversary party, Geoff fell for Kate hard. Finally. And Kate fell away from Geoff, harder. Her eyes glisten with tears during their last dance — to a melody that made her heart soar, to verses that make her soul sore. Tears that Karen (Brit Marling) sheds only seven years into her marriage with Ian (Michael Pitt) in Mike Cahill’s sci-fi drama,
His pining assumes a more modern language. She catches him masturbating furiously to photos of his deceased ex-girlfriend, Sofi (Astrid Berges-Frisbey). Karen had always known she was his second shot. But being second choice was harder to swallow. Like Kate, she found validation in being the ‘healer’: the caring one, the one gathering pieces of love from her partner’s broken heart. The cruder term for it, I believe, is “rebound” — some of which assume the serendipity of one-night stands, and others the sanctity of lifelong unions.
Neelam Mehra’s (Shefali Shah) confrontation with history in Zoya Akhtar’s
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I’d like to believe that Kate stuck with Geoff after a lifetime of unknowingly surrogating for his only soul-mate; just like Karen indulges Ian to help him achieve closure; and just like Dil Dhadakne Do ends on Kamal and Neelam’s smiling faces. Perhaps some rebounds are fortuitous ‘forevers’.
But in real life, it’s the “ever after” that endures. There is no final frame. While fantasising about the reel future of these couples, I didn’t pay heed to one closer to home. Or, at home. An elaborate bouquet of lilies was delivered to my doorstep recently. For my mother. Sent by my father, on their 40th wedding anniversary. An adoring gesture.
Only, they aren’t together anymore. The reason isn’t dramatic, it’s just a reason. But these wilting lilies could well be the poster of their own 40 Years .
The song, I believe they often danced to, is a popular Beatles’ classic. A peppy one. And then, I identified its lyrics: Oh Please / Say To Me / You’ll Let Me Be Your Man / You’ll Let Me Hold Your Hand .
The writer is a freelance film critic, writer and habitual solo traveller