Sunday, October 25, 2009

Lonesome

Are you lonesome tonight...
Its fitting perhaps that I finally write a post after so many days the night I'm home alone..
Ah well, watching Dil Chahta Hai on TV, it struck me that some of our favourite movies are coming-of-age movies. Whether its Wake Up Sid or Rang De Basanti, the films that touch us and move us usually are about ordinary people understanding themselves better. I think its because it reminds us of our carefree days while reassuring us that the fact that we're so stuck-in-mud serious now is totally ok. After all if Hritik in Lakshya can do well in the army while still looking good in the uniform, we can still let down our hair (as long as its Saturday night and boss won't fix a meeting Sunday)...

Friday, June 05, 2009

Gulp!

Why did you look? Why do you always have to look?

I love watching horror movies. Even when I’m terrified and I know I will not get any sleep that night, I have to see it. It’s a morbid curiosity that eggs me on; that makes me peek through eyes that closed shut when the last chump was murdered; that makes a shiver go down my spine when the spooky background music reaches a crescendo

Even as far back as a kid, I remember quite clearly hiding behind the curtain when we were watching the Invisible Man. The whole ‘I can’t see him’ gag was wasted on me as I found the movie quite scary. Granted I was about 6 at the time and someone jumping out from behind a door yelling Boo was the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me, I do remember peeking out from behind the curtain, my eyes tightly shut and then slowly trying to see what was going on.

This ‘watching-when-one-shouldn’t’ tendency isn’t just restricted to me. It also seems to afflict the characters in horror movies. I mean, ok I watch horror flicks but if the light goes out in my house during a stormy night and my torch isn’t working, I would have more sense than to go exploring in the basement!

Of course, I have no sense of judgement when it comes to horror movies watching Hindi and English, well-known and obscure directors, older clunkier versions and newer fancier films with equal trepidation-cum-anticipation. Whether its Vaastushastra or Rakht, The Village or Dawn of the Dead, Scream or Final Destination, I watch it all! The best part of my appreciation for all things scary is that even movies with spooky scenes like The Sixth Sense send me into delicious shivers and keep me at the edge of my seat.

My favourite scary movie is undoubtedly The Ring (the English version) – the first of my adult forays into late-night shows. I saw the movie at a late-night show wanting to preserve the atmosphere but paid the price when I stayed up (after the movie, from 1:30 am to 5 am) all night in case a girl crept into the room via a videotape. Other movies I re-call giving a good fright are Identity (the ending is brilliant) and Saw (simply brutal).

This multiplex-producer strike must end!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Au Revoir!

The last time I left Bangalore, I wrote farewell, never imagining that in less than a year I would be back in the Garden City. I am older and wiser so this time – I say “Never say never”.
But I will miss this city which has been my home for the past 13 months.
I will miss my cousin V who I got to know better and beyond multiplication tables. I will miss S and K who now have a new angel S to play with. Once again I will miss I who happens to be in Amsterdam this time and not Paris (globe trotting ******!)

After almost 3 years of not drinking beer, I will miss my girl gang and all my other colleagues who made office a whole lot of fun.

I will miss all the movie-watching in Fame but I will not miss their awful caramel popcorn
I will miss the pocket friendly tickets at Fun but I will not miss their giddy parking
I will miss my car but not the traffic or the Ring Road
I will miss the MAC shop and the second-hand book stores


I will miss Cornerhouse which sprouted a franchisee near my place prompting many a late night sprint for some Choco Nut Sundae

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Totally too much!

Hilarious video to a very catchy song.. imagine there are people who haven't seen this yet!

Monday, March 09, 2009

The Original Cuppycake Video

What an adorable tune.. Listen, re-play and sing along...

Monday, February 09, 2009

Appalling

So this is childish and perhaps not very subtle.. but it makes my stand (and feelings) on the whole 'pub culture' hullabaloo quite clear

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Great Expectations

Has anyone ever heard of a book called Q&A? Unlikely. Ever heard of a phenomenon called Slumdog Millionaire? You would have to be insanely ignorant not to have! Vikas Swarup’s engaging book released in the aftermath of Amitabh Bachchan’s KBC was shown to me by N and I quickly read it. While a pleasant read and the technique of splitting each chapter by the questions necessary to ply the game, it didn’t seem to have a story capable of being translated into a full-length movie. Apparently Danny Boyle doesn’t agree. He takes the book and skims through it and then proceeds to throw it away and make the movie. Many crucial parts of the book (the duplicity of the channel, the brutality of the police, the sheer disbelief of seeing a slum-dweller on TV) are swallowed whole while more attention is given to the love story and the depressing under-belly of India. The cast is superb – the kids deserve special mention for their absolute believability – and Anil Kapoor and Irrfan Khan are suitably nasty. Adult Jamal, Latika fall short of the standard set by Adult Salim and it is he who is most engaging as the story progresses. I watched the film to satisfy my curiosity but if we win any Oscars (apart from Rahman’s who’s score is outstanding), I will be very surpised.

'Tis a burden to be Aamir Khan in India. Every movie you make is held up for scrutiny and judged by standards way above the average film. Whether it is the fans or the critics – everything is surrounded by hoopla and a lot of unwanted opinions. Of course, Aamir being Aamir, he decides to cash in on it and makes Ghajini the biggest grossing weekend movie in some time. I saw this movie in Mumbai on the eve of the New Year and perhaps seeing it alone tainted my perspective. Perhaps it was the sheer length of the movie (3 hours and counting) that baffled me. Or the fact that while the average ticket price in Bangalore for a movie is 150 (even a PVR charges about 200), Ghajini tickets were priced at 300 for the initial weekend of its release. Any which way, I felt very let down. The plot was threadbare and while this may work for most movies, the whole revenge-while-being-mental felt a little dated. This is a man who gave us TZP and Lagaan and even with lemons like Mangal Pandey, always re-written the rules of what a Bollywood movie can be. While SRK sticks to the formula and wins, Aamir goes against the formula and wins and earns my respect everytime. Not this time. Ghajini is a disappointment in many ways and did not move me. At all.

Monday, January 19, 2009

memories

A song half remembered
A tune hummed just out of sight
A book read so long ago that you wonder why
That scent of perfume that nags at you all day
A shop that makes you want to browse
A feeling you wish you could recapture
An anticipation you never ant to end
A touch you wish had never begun
A color that takes you down memory lane
A voice you could listen to forever
A party you want to repeat every weekend
A memory too precious to write down