As Aparajito cover so much wider a swath of time than Pather Panchali, the sense of the cyclical, seasonal passage(s) of time becomes more foregrounded - of time eddying, of time lost (and found) - however, the requisite amount of story material that must be dealt with is amplified. We are invited to occupy this world, to be carried by its quiet currents, at the same time arriving at powerful, cathartic plateaus.
The older you get, the more remarkable it seems that everything that happened to you is all the same life—it feels more like different mini-lives placed end to end. From the opening shots from a moving train, this transience is the heart of part 2 of the Apu Trilogy. Where part 1 was rooted in one place, part 2 cycles through locations & casts and ends before you get your bearing. Which is why I'm glad there's a 3rd.
In a sense, though I prefer Pather Panchali, this seems the most impressive of the trilogy. It starts out as a tale about a village family trying to survive in the big city (Benares), but a half hour in becomes a radically different and much more profound film about the tragedy of the parent-child bond. A good case could be made that Sarbojaya (the mother) is one of the most tragic female characters in films.
Apu sigue cargando nuevas tragedias, pero en paralelo va construyendo su lado personal, ese que lo va separando tanto de su familia como de sus tradiciones. El personaje de Ray va asumiendo la senda de la madurez, de la autodependencia. Se va formando en el una suerte de dureza. Muy a pesar, no deja de sorprender esos momentos de sensibilidad innata. Pero hay más. Es también la historia maternal, sobre la abnegación.
REVIEW: 97/100. http://nextprojection.com/2014/07/05/sun-moon-films-satyajit-ray-aparajito-review-np-approved/ Ray’s Aparajito is an example of Indian Neorealism, wherein naturalism and depth come together through artifice as a means of expressing truth. The truth which Aparajito conveys is beyond words and beyond definition; one must experience the middle-child of Ray’s monumental trilogy for oneself...