“Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows that it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.”
Shawshank Redemption, was more of a song sung in praise of hope and human endeavor, to see beyond reality ... to make your dreams the reality. How true it is ... we’re all birds of bright feathers locked up in small miserable cages of the world around us ... of the worlds we are taught to perceive as the reality. And it is this very world that locks us down, also hopes for us to break free. Ironic as it may sound, every man, woman and child who breaks the bars of the cages that they are held imprisoned in, is acclaimed as a hero. The celebration of the human spirit, past the bitter hurdles in its path is a miracle worth holding close to heart. The most beautiful thing about it is that it is softly and sweetly infectious. It spreads, not like a forest fire, but slowly, smoothly and quietly as it was meant to.
I don’t want to write a review about the movie. There are plenty strewn around that one can always pull up a good writing to know more. It’s hard to put into words the feeling with which my heart swelled as I closed my media player at the end of the movie. I must thank one of my junior [Sid], who knew well that I would like this story, and so put it into a DVD for me.
If you’re reading this and you find yourself by a quite evening, sometime down the week, do stop by a movie library or a DVD store to borrow/ purchase Shawshank Redemption. It’s worth a collector’s item. It looks good on my shelf, and I feel warm and happy to know that I own one.
