I don’t have a great idea for this week, so I am going with an easy happy idea. A short pleasant film that is already on Netflix.
So glad I rewatched this movie! Especially after having seen October, so I can see what is unique to this film and what is just Shoojit Sircar. And, more importantly, what is just Deepika.
I had friends over last night, since I can’t drive to the movie theater, and we had a lovely time watching a movie I missed when it was in theaters, Qarib Qarib Singlle.
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.
What a fascinating frustrating movie! Based on a fascinating frustrating real life case. Which, I am sure, many people in the comments already know much more about than I do.
I really should have posted this on Tuesday for “World Theater Day”, or yesterday for Akshaye’s birthday. Oh well, better late than never.
This post comes to you from the airport between flights! So, not a lot of time for research or content, but enough time to throw up something quick based on twitter.
Really, this isn’t fair, it’s a tie between this movie and The Fog With Irfaan Khan. But I don’t remember The Fog With Irfaan Khan as well, so you have to be contented with just Bal Brahmachari.
