Thursday, May 22, 2008

Yet-another-review :)

Okay, sentimental posts are just not me. That's a given now!
Aside, I finally got to watch The Devil Wears Prada today, and Wow. Just Wow. Not having read the book(oh how I want to now!), I am totally in love with the director. And boy, Meryl Streep is a perfect piece of work. The way i had to strain my ears to catch her every word, it felt like sitting right there in Anne Hathaway's shoes(isn't that literally a treat!?, sure the feet would weep themselves to death..) .I didn't dare to gulp the rest of my lunch down for fear of missing something.
The way Anne transforms into a thorough-bred Perfect Assistant is so simple and natural, and totally appealing. The story is predictable and so it's actually smooth sailing for the first time viewer, and yet, my hunch is if you're watching it for the second time you might get a pleasant surprise, in that you don't want to, rather can't narrate the story to your friend who's watching for the first time.
Also, what might really strike a chord is how a human side to The Devil is portrayed. Sans make up and in her pajamas, with a perfectly balanced tear, Streep manages to carry it off flawlessly with the same tone that helps the Devil get to her, the sardonic comments are totally in place, and you'd still want to show some sympathy!
Watch it for her. And all the vogue. Who knows, you might just end up changing the way you walk!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Relief

What i wouldnt do to get some of it. This year has been chock full of ups and downs, and most of them have been downs. Fate clearly had plans to bury some part of me it didn't want me to have. Or i'm just blaming fate out of my own weakness, too cowardly to admit that it really is all my fault.
What hurts is that nothing that has happened is fair. Even the Up part of the year happened by pure chance. As i sit here brooding about it, something i had decided i wouldn't do once i'd got over the whole thing, one after the other, i realise that i've looked at each event in every different way possible. And though some of those ways have helped me get out of the neural mess, none of them sounded fair. Does that mean I should never expect anything to be fair at all? Do i just take whatever happens in my stride and live with it? Or do i shout out that it's all unfair, and get back at the people concerned? But that would make me a jerk, not being sportive and caring only about ego. So where does that put me? What category do i belong to? Now if you're thinking of telling me not to bother about what others think, this is all from my own head. I'd categorize myself. Now you think, two hoots! just dont think!? I'm raising an eyebrow: is that even possible. Frankly, wouldn't one bury oneself in introspection when one's had a bad day?
Maybe i really shouldnt think about anything, perhaps pack a rucksack and get out of the city for a while, which isn't possible without begging for permission and answering a million questions, which would anyway replace any loss of headache the end result might grant.

So what do i do to get some relief?
where do i go to fix my head?
if i could scream, and that's a big If.
i'd be shouting what i just said
And you'd be bored, the neighbours would crash door
and that would only help to wind me up some more.

Really sorry about that; if u'd care for the rhymes, thanks!

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Race to the Exit!

Phew, what a life! It's been too too long since I've written. Cant say I missed it, though ;). Anyway, I watched this movie called Race today. It being my first movie in 2008, I had some expectations, which, I suppose, is the reason I was so disgusted with it.
Some hallmarks: A hell lot of twisted tomfoolery, involving a lot of Bipasha Basu's skin, throw in some of Saif Ali Khan's too (no complaints there!) and a hundred million bucks; what currency, I didnt notice, and a lot of neck (rather, lack thereof) belonging to Akshaye Khanna. Gosh, having so much flesh around the neck, of all places certainly doesnt help in making suave dance moves!
Okay so here's the deal. Saif and Akshaye are brothers, bada bhai Saif supposedly in love with his 'kid' brother, who's predictably a spoilt drunkard. The girls are Bipasha and Katrina. Don't ask for names, they'll spoil the fun. Ok so Katrina is Saif's secretary, and Bipasha's his girlfriend. Now one guy can't have all the girls, so chota bhai enters and happily flirts with Bipasha, and they fall in love and all that, to the innocent viewer, but you know, humans can get so greedy and all that, so all this was actually just 'natak' by chotu to kill off bhaiyya for his insurance, and these two get married, according to the plan, of course. Now how dyou kill your brother? Send your wife to sleep with him, accuse him of the same, threaten to jump off, but send him over the top, instead. Simple enough, eh. But then you cant trust your wife to keep her big mouth shut. So bhaiyya actually knows of the plan and lets dear chotu get on with it. So then we expect wifey to push bad hubby off the parapet, but who knew, 20 million bucks can cloud ones eyes and wifey ends up pushing bhaiyya. Bhaiyya dies, brother cries, inky pinky ponky!
Enter Anil Kapoor and his irritating assistant, Sameera Reddy. Bollywood in 2008 has introduced another attitude in its ladies.. acknowledge the guy's brains, all the while looking like a dodo in a mini skirt. So Inspector Anil pokes his abnormally large nose around town and digs up dirt on chotu, now rich, infamous and mourning. Re-enter secretary Katrina who claims to have married Saifu and was just about to inform everyone about the happy proceeding, when the unspeakable happens. So some more mourning and shouting and accusing. And smelling rodents all over by smart alec Anil.
Now chotu's in a fix, his brother'd got himself married before conking off so another innocent life stands opaque in front of his cash. But chote miya is smart, he's actually planned everything with secy and wifey was only being used, if I may be so candid. Yeah that's right. Change of names in team B: chotu and secy. Team A you ask? Saifu and wifey(Bipasha) of course. Just how did you expect Saif to actually be dead???? Shame on you!!
So, actually, Saif isn't dead. He saves Bipasha from being killed off by a rich Team B (they actually buy smart alec Anil, who does some dumb natak just to keep the viewer guessing at every darned thing, to get his 25 million), dramatically, as in the (g)oldies. Abhi, face off between Bhaiyya and chotu. Who wins? whoever wins a race, of course. Now some more wickedness from chotu earns him a nice fiery coffin, wo bhi he has to share it with his partner in crime. In case u were thinking that he'd kill her off too to keep all the cash to himself, you're getting in the groove, I must say.
Now everyone's curious, how did smart smart bhaiyya survive the fall from the parapet? Simple, buy the police, get some riggings done, and a fake dead body to stage your own death. So team A, plus 'beimaan' police wala and dumb assistant get rich and live happily ever after!
Writing this was really fun!! So should I watch another sad sad movie or not? ;)