I watched this movie months and months ago when it first arrived on American Netflix, but that was before I was blogging seriously so I didn’t pay very close attention. I wanted to watch it again, now that the remake will be releasing soon (January 13th), and think about how this film could possibly be remade.
I already put up my No Spoilers review which was just a wee bit cynical and unsympathetic. Versus this review which is a lot bit cynical and unsympathetic. If you want to watch the film, you should probably read that review. Not because this review has spoilers, the joy of it is in the songs and the beautiful cinematography and the line delivery by Irrfan, not in any details of the plot. But because I am just the entsy-ist bit mean and sort of tie this movie into the entire problem of class/gender oppression in the world.
I am a bit over the “greatest tragedy in the world is a wealthy upper class man who just wants to be an artist” film trope. Which was probably clear from the title if this post. Indian, American, French, Norwegian, it’s all the same thing, and I am SICK OF IT. Good lord, just count your blessings and get over yourself.
I’m doing it! A totally ridiculous extremely specific post for those people who live within the Venn diagram overlap of “Familiar with Malayalam Films” and also “Familiar with the Anne of Green Gables Series”. So, Angie. You better appreciate this Angie!
Isn’t it nice when there is a holiday (yes, it’s a real thing, all the stores are giving discounts) to give me a theme for my post? And what could be simpler than to match donuts with movie stars?
I already put up the No Spoilers review, but I’m not even sure if those rules apply to this kind of movie. It’s based on a true story, and there aren’t really many surprises along the way. So you can read that review if you really hate spoilers, but otherwise you might as well read this review too. Although, fair warning, I also didn’t like this movie very much, so I may spoil it for you in a different way by making it no longer seem good.
Well, I saw it! And I did NOT like it. And then I went home to discover that Dog Hazel had gotten lonely and into the trash and eaten a bunch of stuff she shouldn’t. So all around, a failure of an evening.
Happy Thanksgiving! I am in the process of beating myself up trying to organize my apartment, but I am also trying to be thankful for the good things in life. Assume that family, friends, health, etc., are all taken as a given. Here are the other things!
Happy Coffee Day! I will not be celebrating, because I never have coffee on Fridays so I can sleep in on Saturday (unless, maybe I can make an exception because I will have to stay up super late for Judwaa tonight? No, better not)