This is really not a good movie. Not in a “so bad it’s funny” way, just not a good movie. Very dull, very confusing, not great. But by golly Aamir did his best with his little role!
These two sections were alike in that they were the only ones that had very limited responses. All the other sections, related to films, the answers were all over the place.
Dabangg! Finally getting around to it. And feeling “wasteful”, since I am going to have to come up with at least 7 posts for Salman week and now here I am wasting a topic I should have saved. At least Salman was considerate enough to release his film right before his birthday, so it will all just sort of flow together. Anyway, I will have to come up with another 7 topics without Dabangg (or possibly 14 if I decide to give him the full movie week and birthday week he is owed), because I have stuff to say about it and I want to say it this week! A lot to say, as it turns out, this ended up being the longest Classics Friday post so far.
Snow isn’t exactly the magical wonderment for me that it is for people in Indian movies. It’s been a part of my life for 4 months out of the year (at least) as long I can remember. But even so, there is something about the first snowfall of the year that is still kind of magic. Anyway, men in snow! Let’s look at them!
This is just the happiest movie! Crazy goofy happy. I watched it while feeling kind of down (no reason, didn’t get enough sleep the night before, that kind of thing), and it perked me right up! Highly recommend it next time you need a shot of happiness.
Sincerely, one of my favorite things about the Indian film industry is how it handles death. America is terrible with death in general, we hardly like to even acknowledge it, and we never let it interfere with “business”. But Indian film (and maybe India in general, it’s outside my area) treats it with the respect it deserves. And so when a great figure goes, the effect isn’t limited to tweets and articles in the newspaper, it has reverberations beyond that.
This is not my first post on Vinod, for additional background you can look at his birthday post from last year here, and my post on his involvement with Osho here. And my review of his Chandni here, and Parampara here. But moimeme just informed me that he passed away this morning, so I felt like I should do a special post explaining why he was important and why this death matters.
By popular demand, and my own inclination, I am going to do a post on Osho! Otherwise known as “that weird religion that made Vinod Khanna run off to Oregon in the middle of his career.” Just to skip to the end for a second, it’s calmed down in the decades since and is now a kind of normal sort of meditation center. But it was very very odd for a while in the middle!
Vinod Khanna! I am conflicted about him. But it’s his 70th birthday, I will see if I can come up with a dozen reasons to love him.
Parampara! Or, Tradition! (and now I have that Fiddler on the Roof song in my head) Anyway, this was a terrible terrible movie. And it was a Yash Chopra film! He must have run out of either money or interest at some point in the middle, because it is just confused and dull in a way that Yashji doesn’t usually let happen. In fact, I feel fairly comfortable saying this is probably the worst film Yash Chopra ever made.