![]() The problem arises if emotional shock triggers previous life trauma, anxiety we already struggled with, or if it evolves into a more serious mental health issue. These are normal and for the majority of people they start to fade and settle down within a few months.” This may happen straight away or for some people it may be several weeks or months later that reactions occur. “After experiencing or witnessing a frightening or traumatic event, it is common for people to experience strong physical feelings and emotions and/or to find that they are behaving differently. As the NHS says in their guide ‘ Understanding Reactions to Traumatic Events’, Emotional shock is actually your mind and body’s normal and healthy way of processing difficult experiences. That said mental health professionals may use the term to help you understand your overwhelmed state after a difficult event.Īnd it’s not ‘bad’. It is not actually a clinical diagnosis, but just a popular term. ![]() We keep rationalising what happened, and telling ourselves to just ‘get over it’.īut we can’t snap out of feeling strange and unsettled, no matter how hard we try. It’s in those moments after we live through something hard or challenging. I can't stop thinking it should have gone straight to the bargain bucket.Emotional shock hits all of us at one point or another. Laughable for all the wrong reasons and as romantic as hives. The leads (seen being equally lovey-dovey in Sarif’s second film The World Unseen) at least attempt to rise above the material, but most of the rest of the cast deliver their lines so poorly you begin to wonder if the whole lot hasn't been badly dubbed from another language. Less steamy than a bowl of cold cabbage, they are a dreadful mishmash of intercut body close-ups - a chaste shoulder here, a stroked arm there - ridiculously prudish considering that this is presumably aimed at an adult audience, with even basic continuity seeming beyond the reach of Sarif.Įlsewhere the direction is woefully static and any emotion that might be worked up by the two leads - Lisa Ray as Tala and Sheetal Sheth as Leyla - is killed at the point of delivery by a score which is an unappealing and inappropriate muddle of Western pop and sub-Bollywood. One minute Tala is all over Leyla like a rash, coming on stronger than a rugby player's jockstrap, the next, she can't cope with the idea of coming out, while Leyla, it seems, just can't wait to get her new-found feelings out in the open.Īs for the 'sex scenes', they, like much of the rest of the film, suffer from dreadful direction and editing. After "an amazing" game of tennis (by this time, the only "amazing" thing on display is the fortitude of those still awake in the cinema) romance is in the air. Then there is the romance itself, which has all the subtlety of a Wile E Coyote rock to the head. And, despite the melodramatics, there is still time to crowbar in some politics. Her mother's maid continually spits in her mistress's tea which - oh, the hilarity! - she never actually gets round to drinking, while her sister schemes in a way that really should require her to mutter the words "Mwu-ha-ha-ha-ha" into a cape every five minutes. This is intercut with scenes involving Tala and her parents, which could for all the world have been snipped out of a very bad soap opera. Meanwhile, Yasmin suspects there is more to Leyla’s failure with men than meets the eye – what other explanation can there be for her penchant for listening to kd lang and reading The Fingersmith.? Part of the time we are plunged into what feels like a cut-price (and deeply unfunny) episode of Meet The Kumars - with 'comedic' howlers including Leyla's mum despairing about her younger daughter Yasmin's desire to cook non-Indian food and her dad constantly urging her to learn to sell life insurance ("it sells itself," he reiterates, as though repeating it might somehow make it more funny - it doesn't). Not content with examining the rigours of coming out to your parents if you are from a strongly religious family - which might have made quite an interesting film had it been handled with a lot less cliche and a lot more finesse - writer/director Shamim Sarif also makes a clumsy attempt to address everything from cross-cultural Muslim/Christian romance to the state of Palestine/Israel relations in the Middle East. If the plot is cheese, it never rises above the level of a Dairylea triangle, as upper-class Jordanian Tala - currently inching towards her fourth attempt at getting wed, after calling off three previous engagements - falls for her best mate Ali's girlfriend Leyla, who comes from a middle-class Indian clan. ![]() While the lesbian community is no doubt under-served when it comes to films, that's no excuse for sub-standard, hokey filmmaking to get the green light - frankly, thinking straight is the very least of this film's problems. ![]()
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