Mohsin-ci
Joined Jul 2009
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This documentary is not a movie for everyone. It's intense, sometimes exhausting, and rewards patience and empathy. For a biopic purist who wants narrative closure or celebratory highs, it might feel like a 7/10. For me- someone drawn to psychological realism, obsession, and the cost of genius - it's a 9/10.
1. Raw honesty: It's rare for a sports documentary to show someone this unvarnished. No hero-worship, no manufactured drama. It's dark, real, and emotionally heavy - and that's powerful.
2. Psychological depth: You don't just see a snooker legend; you see a man trapped by obsession, trauma, and expectation. The mental portrait is gripping.
3. Curation of relationships: The inclusion of only those who shared his struggle - wife, friends - makes it feel brutally authentic. Nothing sentimental or unnecessary.
4. Visual and tonal subtlety: Cinematography, pacing, and editing all match the mood: quiet, tense, sometimes uncomfortable. You feel the edge he lives on.
1. Raw honesty: It's rare for a sports documentary to show someone this unvarnished. No hero-worship, no manufactured drama. It's dark, real, and emotionally heavy - and that's powerful.
2. Psychological depth: You don't just see a snooker legend; you see a man trapped by obsession, trauma, and expectation. The mental portrait is gripping.
3. Curation of relationships: The inclusion of only those who shared his struggle - wife, friends - makes it feel brutally authentic. Nothing sentimental or unnecessary.
4. Visual and tonal subtlety: Cinematography, pacing, and editing all match the mood: quiet, tense, sometimes uncomfortable. You feel the edge he lives on.
Crazxy is an underrated masterpiece that packs a profound punch in a surprisingly short runtime. It lays bare the illusion of ego, wealth, and social acceptance, challenging the viewer to reconsider what truly matters. But beyond its commentary on societal facade, the film delicately yet powerfully addresses the acceptance of a differently-abled child-a theme so often mishandled, but here portrayed with grace and emotional depth.
At its core, Crazxy is about one man's quiet resilience. It showcases his struggles-personal, emotional, and societal-and yet, despite overwhelming pressure, he chooses integrity over image, compassion over conformity. He makes the right decisions, not because they are easy, but because they are right. The film becomes a mirror for us all: are we living by truth, or by the fear of being judged?
It's baffling how such a deeply moving, socially relevant, and exceptionally executed film holds a mere 6.5 rating. Perhaps that in itself is the greatest irony-truth rarely gets the applause it deserves.
At its core, Crazxy is about one man's quiet resilience. It showcases his struggles-personal, emotional, and societal-and yet, despite overwhelming pressure, he chooses integrity over image, compassion over conformity. He makes the right decisions, not because they are easy, but because they are right. The film becomes a mirror for us all: are we living by truth, or by the fear of being judged?
It's baffling how such a deeply moving, socially relevant, and exceptionally executed film holds a mere 6.5 rating. Perhaps that in itself is the greatest irony-truth rarely gets the applause it deserves.
Survival Stories Shouldn't Just Hurt - They Should Heal Too
I recently watched Arctic - a film full of raw, brutal survival. Mads Mikkelsen gives everything, crawling through endless snow and suffering just to stay alive. For nearly two hours, we endure every painful moment with him. But in the end? No clear rescue. Just silence, ambiguity, and a screen fading to black.
I get it - realism. Art. Ambiguity. But here's the thing: Empathy is the point of storytelling.
Survival movies like Cast Away stick with us not because they're cheerful, but because they give us something real - struggle, yes, but also hope. They say, "Yes, it's hard. Yes, you'll break. But if you don't give up, there's a chance." That message matters.
What's the point of watching a survival film if the only takeaway is: suffer and maybe die? That's not realism - that's just artistic sadism. It's not wrong to want meaning, closure, and emotional payoff. I didn't watch for fantasy - I watched to feel, to learn, and to believe that no matter how tough life gets, perseverance leads somewhere.
If a film asks me to carry all that emotional weight, it should offer me something more than a fade-to-black and a hollow guess.
Because in the end, art should not just express. It should connect. And connection comes from empathy.
I recently watched Arctic - a film full of raw, brutal survival. Mads Mikkelsen gives everything, crawling through endless snow and suffering just to stay alive. For nearly two hours, we endure every painful moment with him. But in the end? No clear rescue. Just silence, ambiguity, and a screen fading to black.
I get it - realism. Art. Ambiguity. But here's the thing: Empathy is the point of storytelling.
Survival movies like Cast Away stick with us not because they're cheerful, but because they give us something real - struggle, yes, but also hope. They say, "Yes, it's hard. Yes, you'll break. But if you don't give up, there's a chance." That message matters.
What's the point of watching a survival film if the only takeaway is: suffer and maybe die? That's not realism - that's just artistic sadism. It's not wrong to want meaning, closure, and emotional payoff. I didn't watch for fantasy - I watched to feel, to learn, and to believe that no matter how tough life gets, perseverance leads somewhere.
If a film asks me to carry all that emotional weight, it should offer me something more than a fade-to-black and a hollow guess.
Because in the end, art should not just express. It should connect. And connection comes from empathy.