Watch this movie to understand the difference between reading a story and watching a story on celluloid. Although a story book keeps us engrossed with the sheer magic of words and suspense of events, but nothing compared to watching a story interlude with the perfect impact of music and colors and living objects.
The numerous facets of human expressions captured on camera do define the differentiator for telling a story on film. The script of this film is awesome and the director has done full justice (rather complimented it) with perfect narration.
The whole flurry of emotions trapped in the audiences flows out in that one defining moment summarized merely by the tears of Ishaan and the way he hugs His teacher in gratitude. Nothing but nothing can explain the emotions running in his head, its just something to be felt by the onlookers hearts.
Childhood was never been treated with such respect and with such enormity in Indian films before. Tears flow effortlessly as the camera captures the subtle moods and the emotions in Ishan’s eyes.
If you can, keep aside the plot of dyslexia and watch the movie for the second time, for the sheer joy of witnessing childhood (that’s what the films imposes too)
Ishan instantaneously captures our hearts when he bunks school and roams in the city endlessly and aimlessly, reminding us the pleasure of little things in life and the joy of cherishing even a small drop of dew falling on our faces.
Few dialogues are meant to be spoken and Aamir delivers them with a punch like the tone he uses for the Solomon island tale. The shocking embarrassment in Ishan's dad's eyes is very well captured. He even feels ashamed to meet his son while watching him read out from a notice board -a wonderfully crafted scene.
If one may have noticed that Ishaan doesn’t not utter a single word in the final hour (or more) of the movie, and that is the reason maybe he was picked up for this role. His face and eyes do the talking, but above all it’s his tears that come up victorious in the end. If you want to shed tears watching someone smile - Taare is for you. The movie ends on a happy note leaving everyone wanting more.
A tiny hand sneaked into my palms as we walked out of the theatre - I couldn’t help but held it tightly, more tightly this time.