The wording “Silence” often referred to the byproduct of oppression, victimisaiton, and traumatic events in the context of movies. Well, that’s how I synthesise the title of any movie even before watching it— and, to this date, the prediction matched at least 90% if not 100%.
Biographical movies tend to be interesting. As a rule of thumb, if it’s not interesting and commercially potent, it wouldn’t be financed to come to production— as simple as that. So, I usually don’t miss any biographical drama if they come across, and this time, The Silent Twins caught my attention.
But did I enjoy it? You are about to find out.
The most interesting part of the movie is, it’s based on a true story. I can’t say the ratio of actual story and dramatisation of the characters and events, but it has to be more about representing actual events rather than fictionising for commercial intent.
The story is about two sisters born in a society not in their favour to any extent. So, the result was obvious. Being the only Black family in the Welsh neighbourhood, they were bullied extremely enough to have a mental breakdown. And they developed this mindset of not talking to others except for each other. Surprisingly, they maintained this until their adulthood, and to me, it’d annoying— specially when your parents are talking with you, but you are silent like an oyster stays shut at the sign of danger and doesn’t open up unless the environment is neutral.
This is disturbing— even if it was in the movie, I felt like I should teach them a lesson, a lesson of a lifetime to behave. But then I was compassionate, understanding the degree of mental torture they went through that made them go silent.
But the twins are ambitious. They loved to write, loved to be loved, and showed enthusiasm toward men as they grew up. This is where the movie takes a turn— although a slight turn, but to me, this was inspiring to go on with the rest of the movie as I was already bored.
Also, the idea “Don’t judge a book by its cover” is again justified in this movie. The only hero of the story looks cool, but deep down, he is a drugie and loves to abuse when it comes to sex, making the movie more disgusting as I continued watching.
So, I hope you already noticed I didn’t find anything worth to watch it again. And I consider those hours a waste of time. I have my reason— although the movie suggests victimisation, I didn’t find anything that depicts the way they were abused in their childhood except for a brief event. The teachers, parents, and even relatives tried to be friendly to them, but they didn’t respond. I don’t know what makes someone isolated even from their parents when the rest of the world is against them. They should have talked to their parents which might lighten their burden and help fight the trauma.
To conclude, or to come to an opinion, I didn’t like it. Perhaps it’s not that bad, and you may love it, but still, the story lacks thrill, doesn’t flow, and many events seem to be lost during the transition from their childhood to adulthood. Not recommended if you are my type— about my type; I don’t know what I am :p :p
