“Black” is one of those movies you yearn to see again and again and you can never ever quite get the story out of your head. The movie is a love story of self-discovery and education for a Deaf and Blind woman who does not speak. She lives in an internal darkness. She wants a way out into the light of the world. The box for the special edition of the DVD is pocked with Braille dots you can feel with your fingertips, thus creating a temptation, and an expectation for the drama of learning to come:
Some refer to “Black” — released on February 4, 2005 — as the Indian version of the Helen Keller story and, in many ways, both movies share a similar crisis of confidence and learning, but “Black” is more of a love story.
There is love between sisters, teacher and student and the predestiny of God’s will.
When you watch “Black” — don’t be put off by the early scenes of the young deaf and blind woman thrashing around — that’s a blunt and necessary demonstration indicating how, without language, we are nothing but wild animals.
Language civilizes us. Grammar leads us to meaning. Structure defines our interaction with others.
As the movie expands the mind and explodes the heart, “Black” teaches us how we learn and what we need to value in life.
We have, despite our lower yearnings, always continued to evolve into higher beings even though our innate preconditioning tugs us down — and we’re all the better for that fight against the perils of nature — even in the midst of everlasting heartbreak and despair.