Duras despliega esa discursiva desconstruída que había escrito a inicio de "Hiroshima mon amour" y narra la historia de una mujer, símbolo de desea en un espacio desconocido. "India song" es un filme poco convencional que hace retrato de un estado colectivo convulso. Personajes atado a la rutina, extranjeros, extraños, la pulsión de muerte que los atrae, pero fracasan. Es la post guerra y la antesala a la que viene.
Herein lies all that I've ever understood concerning love's stag, shot and bleeding, or the hunters passing around their silence like cognac into silver cups. That native woman from Burma wails nothing we didn't know. While that white woman at the piano is the sum of what we'll never understand. How can the sun be green decay? Oh, I think I'm flying.
This was one of the most unpleasant experiences in cinema I ever had. And now I am intrigued to see so many cinephiles find this "exciting", an emotional experience, thrilling even if one does not understand it. Well, I do want to know more about it. But at the time, watching the whole thing felt like torture. It was during a cinema cycle, and I still recall it as one of the worse movies I have ever seen in my life.
WARNING: This film is not for everybody. Whereas every other film on the planet puts either an equal emphasis on sight and sound or pushing the visuals only, this is one rare case where the sound is the core element. Which isn't to say that the mise en scene is not wonderful in it's own right. There is a story here, a tragic one at that, but it's presentation will be a hurdle many will hate and rightfully so.
Characters intrinsically tied to society, other people, space and time(in both the sense of cinematic rhythm and “human history”). Without any “acting” or sentimentality such tremendous emotion is expressed. India Song is an immensely affecting fusion of film and literature. Images, music and VO inseparably connected. Duras has created something profoundly poetic and completely unique.