When Pi converges to zero.

The last Ang Lee film that I had watched was Lust and Caution, where Lee masterfully steered the movie to an poignant yet explosive climax etching it in your memory forever.

Well Lee does a somersault here, starting of like a literary classic with each frame beautifully embellished, slowly but steadily the story meanders to a eminently forgettable climax. Yet another classic case of inability to translate a literary writing to an exciting screenplay.

It is difficult not to see parallel between Life of Pi and Castaway. When Wilson, the ball, in Castaway drifts away from Tom Hanks you had a lump in your throat, but when Richard Parker, the Tiger, In Pi walking away, there is only relief that your nearing the end of the movie.

Thanks to Lee, though for a visual treat, whether it is the magnificent ocean which is infinitely sprawling in the day, resplendent in the night, furious during the storm, bountiful when hungry, the quaint little church in Munnar,  the magical Puducherry and specifically for the shot of the flotilla on the temple tank with diyas lit all over, the camera zooming on the Lord Vishnu and then drifting up above into the star lit sky metaphorically depicting cosmic existence. Wow!!