The white-armed goddess of the golden throne, swats away her husband’s Olympian hand. Lord of the ‘tug and pull’ h-shake, he meant to re-align her, bringing her back into step with him. But the First Lady would have none of it.*
Fixed on the face of the patriarch, portly but powerful.
Affirming his unchanging expression, the music builds and finally resolves.
Panning across, now trained on the cornflower blue of his loyal spouse: shot remains the same, soundtrack builds as before.*
*As seen by the Ancient Greek poet Homer
*Through the lens of a family melodrama on Indian TV.
Husband and wife looking out onto our world with their what’s-the-deal? eyes.
These actors are so good, they seem to be wearing the camera – as comfortably as an extra layer of make-up.