𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 (2020, 𝐒𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨)

Cinema binds us in ways we can't even imagine. Without cinema, life is nothing but soulless. Cinema upholds every single emotion of life and presents it in the most naked form. All the joy, pain, trauma and every bits and piece of life can be felt through cinema. Cinema as an art form makes vitality even more beautiful.

Like Mohsen Makhmalbaf paid an ode to cinema in the centenary year of its inception by giving a profound introspection on the process of auditioning, Sono does the same but his film also shows the bitter side of its procedure and is somewhat depraved of the innocence of the Iranian master.

Sono through his meta film scrutinizes and gives due prominence to every single person i.e the extras who are mostly overlooked by the audience as he/she watches the film. They are those folk who appear in the background or get screentime of just a fraction of second but without them, the film is hardly believable.

Sono's film above all is a harsh criticism against how fatsos of big production houses don't even give the artistic freedom to the filmmaker. Fuck freedom they are not even entitled to choose their cast. The hundreds of people that come from various backgrounds with their share of distress and laceration are mistreated and are not given minor respect that every person deserves. The chagrin faced by a woman of the diverse sections of society is also brought to spotlight by Sono.

All in all, Red Post on Escher Street is a memoir of an angry filmmaker broken by power mongers.