It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and I’m watching the telugu blockbuster movie “Luv Kush” with dad. I bought it for his birthday this year.
It’s the first seeds of democracy, sown all those centuries ago. Of the King being accountable to subjects. Of the subjects being able to censure the king. And of the price to pay for being the King’s wife.
It’s not a concept that’s easy to understand. And certainly not feminist. At least not the kind of feminism that we are used to. We feminists are so quick to condemn. The man who abandoned his wife, we say. But it’s not really about that at all.
It’s an interesting story.
Perhaps the closest we ever came to acknowledging the price of power in cinema was Aandhi.
Power always comes with a price.