By Gargi (India)
Black and white frames shorn of affectations, landscape and sky that dazzle in monochrome, camera that bares spaces within, Nebraska does more than story telling or pressing those raw tendons of guilt, love, withering, yearning, loss and redemption. It leaves one elevated, more forgiving and mindful.
The central bond in the movie involving an alcoholic codger of the father embodied by Bruce Dern and his younger soft mannered son (Will Forte) is homage to kindness. Add to this understated covalence, an ever nagging, acidic yet supremely adorable mom, who has berated her man to senility but would lash any one to ground who even tries to raise a finger at him, and an elder brother, a mamma’s boy, who steps in when necessary.
Add to this quad, a whole array of TV fixated uncles, chatty old aunts, dunderhead cousins, pokey neighbors, nosey acquaintances and frayed old fragrant loves. Add to this the spell binding wide screen shots, undulating background score that softly cradles one in and out of crumbling houses and winding roads. Add to this, humor that underlines the movie like paint scrapping off old fences.
Nebraska takes you and places you alongside the characters in their drawing rooms, takes you on a car ride and misadventures with them, makes you open their old love letters, their cabinets, dust their albums. And since it’s the season, lets you take a black and white selfie with them.