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Cache and the deception of the vision

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The French movie Cache is pretty interesting and strange at the same time for its capacity to drag the spectators in the question of being watched. The movie begins from a video tape and it continues along with the pace of the story line. Most of the ideas and the plots are unfolded through the video tape.
The characters are never getting rid of the problems created by the visuals in the video tape captured on their day to day life. There is s story synced with the childhood days of the protagonist who is at present working in a broadcasting company. The drawing along with the video tape is terrific because of its hideousness created by the blood sprinkles through the mouth of a boy and the neck of a rooster one by one with each video tape. This makes a kind of mystery behind the life of the protagonist.
Role of the video tape is important in the movie that it carries out the role of a character or a spectator there within the story. There is a presence of an eye of the camera other than the main film camera which captures the plotline. The intermittent appearance of the video makes the audience doubt the actual narration of the narrative because often the story and the characters are emerging from the video tape played on  the television. Most of the times the vision get tricked by the role of the video played on the television. The spectator never knows which is reality unless the replay is played or the conversation by the other characters are represented. The presence of vision inside the filmic narration is highly synced that the audience will never understand whether the past or present of the protagonist is taped and played.
The idea of being watched by someone else is a striking idea in this film. Though the protagonist goes after the unknown delivery of the video tape, he fails to solve the riddle. The man whom he known from the childhood has been blamed for the video tape and the narration goes through the examination of the protagonist’s childhood and suspects the man who had to suffer because of the protagonist’s lie when he was at the age of six. But the issue is not solved yet. The man who was blamed invites the protagonist and cuts his throat by himself to death. Before he makes the ‘event’ he explains his unawareness on the video tape.
The movie ends with the projection of a vision that takes us to the pastness of the protagonist while he is sleeping. It could be his dream, what else it could be other than another visual trajectory? 

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