On a bus trip to the library, TVmoblie was showing a movie trailer on "Flyboys". Planes were flying, those with double-decker wings, and crashing into balls of fire. There I thought, the title could be more apt, as in "Friedboys", or for a more dramatic effect, "Friedboys, Fry!"
There, I have warned you...
By the way, After This Our Exile, is one of those art film you have to sit through in a dark theatre to appreciate, but for one problem - yes, the title again. The ticket selling aunty with curly hair sprinkled white, comfortably named it as "Father and Son". That was till I stumbled onto this...
After This Our Exile
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
- T.S. Eliot, Ash Wednesday
Perhaps the title portrays the relationship between father and son as unspoken, unheard, or beyond words in this world, for this world. Perhaps, that is the light in darkness, as at the end of the movie, silence is forgiveness (or none is needed)...
I laud the producers' and director's effort in such a competitive, commercialised industry, where the big studios with even bigger budgets dominate.
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