Friday, February 25, 2005

Black - dark review.

Note: Cynical view of a could been great movie.

Black was good, it moved me to tears by interval, and by the final reel, I was groping for exit. The movie had claimed its quota of tears and I was adamant on not giving anymore. The girl was most natural, I felt like donating my kidney, livers, ears and yes, especially eyes, after I have had complete use of them.

The girl, she beat seasoned amitab and rani, commented a friend. The hallmarks of great actor he continued as we left the theater. But after many pondering, I figured her part. She was, hiding under the bed, looking everywhere but in eyes, making faces and breaking dishes. This comes naturally to most of the kids I had acquaintance with. I bet Calvin would have barted hobbs for the part. (calvin never appreciated table manners).

As movie progresses, rani becomes stronger. (There are a lot of visually challenged people going about their lives in a silent dignified way. She becomes one of them.) When it comes to movies most have a sense of strong moral justification, and naturally we are pleased at her transformation. Hormones come into picture, though she had a great restraint, a decades wait and haplessness’ can break anyone.

Amitab loses his mind, before that he is ashamed. A major part of his life is also blind and dumb. Did rani’s sudden wish accelerate his breakdown, we will never know. Debraj could have been anyone. Tall and deep voice.

This heartless study of characters was necessitated for the movie-looked alien to me. Anglo Indians have long left subcontinent, and the directors distorted ideas about winning Oscar, took the Indianess out of the movie. I could have digested thakurs, Bengali, parsies. And the phoney characters did not help much.

Imitation is all always second grade, even if u do it better, u fail, u didn’t do it as it was meant to be. Lets be Indian at least on screen.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Women unethical.

Warning: The author loves all women. He is no female hater.

Overheard in the mess where I eat my dinner everyday, a fact bitter and true.

Women who buy their lunch are generally minority in any office canteen. None dares to ask them why, for it considered that they are born cooks. But each one, their culinary skills, good or bad, help themselves to sambar, curd, dal everything kept on the table. Why their natural mastery here ends with boiled rice, are never questioned. Aunties, trainees, cuties (structures to be dealt later) everyone quickly siphons the curd sambar, dal with feminine grace and feline speed. Rice and canteen dal the perfect home made lunch.

The guys who turn up late curse the guys who turn up early. They curse the canteenwala too, then the project manger, who wanted the file so urgently. The colleague onsite and the client too. Cursed most is their best friend who had to pee, just when they were about to enter the empty canteen. He gets cursed for dal, cursed for thick sambar, cursed for thin curd and cursed for the cold rice.(don’t pity him, curse him, he deserves it). But they never think bout the real reason.

Cursed is the dog, the chair, the phone, nothing escapes.

These cursing though sounding like comedy of errors is not that simple. Each cursed souls doesn’t care a iota, for even the dog knows reason for the famine of the curries.The fairer sex .

Guys high time to stop cursing, somebody said, “nothing can stop the truth whose time has come”, Saki said, “ beauty is only sin Deep”.

Yes u can stop them from pillaging our rightful share.