Cities have a peculiar capacity to make one feel alone in the midst of a crowd. Here the pressure for existence is simply overwhelming for the neighbours to notice each other. Individual faces are not remembered, for all men and women are the sheep of “Modern Times” in myriad forms.
In Ray’s movies, actions are where the silences are. It is cinema at its purest. Every art form, has its own realm where it reaches its zenith. The thrill of the theatre is in its vibrant expression. What is opera without the crescendo? For a painting, there is the prime feeling which the subordinates strive to invigorate.