Weapons----- My Opinion|---Guns, Bloody, Action Movie

“You’re not leaving this world anytime soon”? That’s how Weapons felt to me. It didn’t even open like a movie; it opened like a wound. The screen goes dark, there’s silence, and then—bang. That first gunshot, not just loud but too loud, makes you jump even though you knew something was coming. And suddenly you realize this isn’t going to be about weapons as objects—it’s about weapons as shadows, as ghosts, as the unspoken thing everyone carries but doesn’t want to name. Right there, I felt my chest tighten because it wasn’t action, it was weight.

It is dragging you deeper and deeper in scene after scene. Like there is this moment in the diner, you know, you know the one I am talking of, people laughing, young people just being young, fries on the table, music low, life normal. And then the air shifts. You can practically sense when it is going to happen, it is as though the sound design is breathing down your neck. And when it happens… Good, that is worse than noise, God. The camera is stuck on spilled soda, ketchup on a plate, an unanswered phone ringing on the floor. I covered my mouth with some hand after that scene. Not that I was aghast but that I was aware of that hollowness. The manner in which a room can empty in a second.

Then it drags into these toilet effects--and each succeeding scene is the pieces of the same broken mirror. It is a family dinner table, where people are attempting to converse about anything besides what is between them. Scraping plates that are too loud, a hand shaking during the pouring of water, longer silence than conversation. I swear I felt the tension in my shoulders as though I was at the same table and I did not know what to say which made me fearful to say the wrong things.

And there is this shot in the school hallway--God, that hallway shot never left me. Fair queues, knapsacks, chatting, yet all of it dampened, as though the life is vacuumed out. The camera does not gaze at faces, it gazes at shoes, at banging locker doors, at the shuffling movements. It seems the film is saying: the aftermath is not just in the headlines but even in how you can no longer even look up because of it any more. I sat there and cogitated, this is what numbness is like on screen.

I was later messed with over the rooftop scene. There are two characters who are standing beneath this huge night sky, the city is faintly buzzing somewhere down there, and it is like there should be freedom down there. However, on the contrary, it is as though gravity is even heavier than ever. Their dialogue is interrupted, disjointed. The fear is not what they are discussing, they are evading it, going around it, as it is too dangerous to approach. And I recollected how we do it so many times in real life, we never utter the thing, we merely walk round it, hoping that another person will.

The film is not linear, it is not keen on being so. It is like treading on the nightmare of another in bits, a classroom here, a bedroom here with music playing too low, a parking lot where headlights are the interrogation lamps. Each scene smothers you, such as the air thickens. And guns are not the only weapons, they are words that are not spoken, looks that are incisive, silences that are puncturing more than any knife would be.

The thing that got me the most was a little scene--you may not even call it big by itself, though--but where somebody is attempting to wash their hands in a sink, scrubbing over and over, and the water splashes all about. There is no bloody thing there, no cleaning to be done, yet they cannot help. And I was sitting there just swallowing hard because that is how trauma is you scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub and nothing comes off.

Towards the last stretch, I was no longer only watching a movie, but I was holding my breath. The remaining few minutes--God, I shall not make it too much--but it is not what gives you good closure. It only leaves you with echoes. A room with nothing in it, a motionless camera, a buzz in your ears which would not no. And it brought me to understand: there are stories that do not die, they haunt.

I did not want to clap or even move, as I walked away from Weapons. Like a gutted swan, I was. It is not entertainment it is confrontation. And the worst thing, the thing that made me exposed, is how real it was, how it became so natural that it is monstrous, how fear becomes a part of breasting. It did not seem to be a movie-going. It was as though remembering something you would not like to have lived.

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