Poetry on the Big Screen

Saw Kites, finally. The much-awaited, overtly hyped Hrithik-Mori Spanglishindi potboiler romance was hailed and trashed in equal measure by a variety of media all over the globe. The 'Western' sensibility gave it a thumbs-up and the 'Desi' sensibility, a thumbs-down.

There is nothing much to say in the story - poor boy-poor girl want to be rich, about to marry rich and scary goons of LA, fall in love with each other instead, elope, chase-action sequences, sacrifices, sad ending.

It is the execution of the film, in my opinion, that deserves accolades. Non-linear in style, its' story keeps moving back and forth. The colours used in the film are vividly descriptive of the mood of the sequence. Blood reds and squeamish greens and downright breathtaking sandy cliffs overlooking the brilliantly blue sea - its a visual delight. The background score. (minus the songs) has an operatic feel to it. The film is silent in many parts. The bad emoting is neatly covered with the emphatic music and cinematography.It moves in a slow motion, the film, and I felt I was watching poetry unfold.

The only other film, with this kind of a larger-than-life, aesthetic, poetic appeal that comes to mind is A Single Man by Tom Ford.

I watched this one all by myself. Maybe that's why I enjoyed it more. Had I gone with a group, I would have ended up making fun of the poor acting and dialogues. Sounds superficial, but that's what's watching a film in a theatre is all about-the experience. A good experience is a mix of the quality of the film and the company (or the lack of it) you go with.

The verdict? I'd suggest you to watch it, for the sheer beauty of all the things I mentioned above.

And yes, watch it if only, you are the patient kind. The film has to grow on you, slowly. Else, stick to LSD.

:)

Routine

19 May 2010

2204 hours

The Matchbox

I am blogging. It is a vent for me. I need to give words to my thoughts. The thoughts that keep bubbling under, form hazy images, and fade away, at a speed that could give light a run for its money. Exaggeration at its best. Neverthless, point made.

Currently interning at a firm that handles events and PR of festivals, my routine keeps me busy, physically. Get up in the morning, snooze for half hour, get up for good for the day, look at self in the mirror, make a gazillion faces, get ready, make breakfast, pack lunch, eat breakfast, leave house, walk, catch the bus, sit in bus, get off the bus, walk, reach office before the boss, turn up the blinds, switch on work station, select music of the day, check emails, check news, facebook, twitter, scour LGBT Film Festivals around the world, meet the boss, meet the cute guy, attempt to make coffee/ tea for the boss, fail, learn from the boss, laugh, work, lunch, walk, work, coffee again, laugh, work, take leave, walk back home, meet people on the way, chat, laugh, make fun, reach home, make dinner, watch film, think of the cute guy, stare at screen, worry about dissertation, take bath, write diary, sleep.

Cool?

Not.

The Snooze Syndrome

12 May 2010

7:20 am

The Matchbox

One of the easiest things in life, when you want to run away from your troubles, when you don’t know what to do, and are too lazy to think or act…. is sleeping. Not to mention, it is one of the most cowardly acts as well. I quite dislike it. And I have been indulging in it for a pretty long time now. Here, in Cardiff, with nobody to watch over me except the dreaded deadlines and commitments, I have had the opportunity to showcase my slug-like tendencies more than ever before.

A latest case would be yesterday, when I was on the VERGE of doing something productive, something that I haven’t done in AGES. I had begun writing an entry for a new blog I propose to start, something slightly more professional, in-line with my subject, opinionated and on Wordpress. I had decided to write about the 02 fiasco of yesterday. The mobile phone’s network had crashed in some parts of the UK. It remained non-functional for over four hours. Considering that 02 is one of the most widely used networks in the UK (there website states that 90% of the UK population use it, whatever), this was a huge deal. Twitter, more than Facebook, was flooded with complaints. They have a twitter account, and it took them SIX hours to come up with ONE response. This is BAD PR. The comments were downright funny, for the third-person-spectator - Me. Some people threatened to change their networks, some blamed the Tories for the problem!

A bit of trivia there, the Tories guy, David Cameron was declared the Prime Minister of the UK yesterday. The Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats have agreed ti form a coalition government. Only time will tell how stable that is, since both parties have differing ideologies.

Anyway, coming back to 02, they did not respond to any of the comments on Twitter, or Facebook. They did not have any reassuring statements on their website, or blog for over six hours that I was online. After that I slept. I am a slug, remember?

Coming back to me, yes, I know. This has to stop. The sleep-ridden hours have to be filled up with some respectable actions. Else the sluggishness, the laziness, the cowardice will continue forever. Take charge. Be the doer. Act.

Hmmm…interesting thought. I shall sleep over it. NOT