This review of Neil D’Silva specifically deals with spirituality, a topic close to my heart. In a way, the acts of John Doe is similar to modern day jihadis who take words of their religion literally and selectively than the way they are supposed to be taken. And yeah, act as God. One of the many things I might ask the Doe’s of the world is why don’t you heal your soul first and remove the negative traits it carries? Will killing cleanse this trait from your soul? Whether you believe in multiple births or heaven after death, killing will not remove the trait from the soul, only logic and love can save the soul and join it with god. The lines I liked best in his review:
“It is that aspect that disturbs me the most. Not the gory corpses shown in this movie. It disturbs me that we live in a world sick enough that some people feel they have a right to correct it by ending it.”
Truth be told, Seven is not one of those movies that anyone would like to watch a second time. But I braved it yesterday. Had another go at this wickedly intelligent movie that mocks at everything this world stands for right now. Here’s my impression of this movie.
The movie opens with a pretty disturbing shot – that of a horrendously obese man dead, with his face buried in a bowl of spaghetti. Detectives Somerset (Morgan Freeman), who is on his way out, and Mills (Brad Pitt), his replacement, are the investigators. It seems like the man overate himself to death at first, but then its discovered that he was systematically tortured and force-fed with a gun to his head. That, and the word ‘Gluttony’ written in blood on the wall. Somerset knows at once that this is not a one-time thing.
And he’s right. Soon there are…
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