Showing posts with label films. Show all posts
Showing posts with label films. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

Rock On



I leave it to others to write a coherent review. All I can say is, this is one of the best movies (non-animated) that I've watched in a rather long time, and, hands down, the best Hindi film.

I realise that the movie may not have a pan-India appeal because it does, after all, exhibit a very urban scenario, but it does display the rock subset superbly.

Perhaps more to the point, nobody in the film is a caricature or stereotype and ultimately, each of them, even perfect Prachi, feels real. 'Debbie', especially, was well sketched-out and also the perfect foil for Prachi's 'Sakshi'. And I really loved the fact that there were no 'villains', save, of course, the absolutely gross music directors. Thank gods they got beaten up. Yay!

I know many people may feel differently, but I liked the intensity of the friendships. Homosociality, specially when it looks this good and feels this human, is brilliant to see. After all, there's no real reason platonic friendships between straight men should not be as complicated and wrought with emotion as love affairs. And if, as I think, and julychild agrees, Rob is gay, then kudos to the director and Luke Kenny for such a subtle potrayal.

In conclusion, like Iris and I said every five minutes, dude, they're all so hot!

Wednesday, 18 June 2008

Films 2

All films I've liked, though other than one or two, haven't watched any recently:

The *different* rom-coms:





The blockbusters/biopics:






The Classic:



And, the one y'all already know I can go on about for hours:

Films 1

Two films I wanna see:



Sunday, 15 June 2008

Brokeback Moutain

It's prolly ridiculous to be this truly-madly-in-love with a movie, any movie; but, gods, I love it so much and partly, yeah, I'm shallow and Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhall are incredibly pretty and incredibly beautiful in some of the scenes (esp. the kiss when they meet after four years) but also it's the fact that the story appeals so very much to me, because though it was the great love of their lives it never got to be more than a sad-pathetic-not-even-properly-tragic adoloscent sneaking around and half the time, reading it, it's hard to know who to feel sorrier for-- Ennis who's in love and can't deal with it cause it's wrongwrongwrong to desire a man and can't even gift his lover any endearments but the one he also gives both his horses and his daughters (and isn't that farcical in and of itself?) and is a dry, hollowed-out-nothing-left-inside shell; or Jack who's actually not-too-confused about his sexuality orabout his love but keeps on getting rejected and can't possibly manage on "a couple high-altitude fucks a year" and neither of them can end it, quit, and in it all, mixed in it all, the great love that turns to bitterness and leaves one man dead and the other devastated and the reader/viewer more than a little shaken.

Friday, 23 May 2008

Randomness

I am being nice and doing my baby sister's projects. Also, reading other people's blogs instead of typing out stuff for her. Incidentally, I can now make omlettes. *is jubilant*. Made baby sister eggs Wednesday evening. Felt so cool to be able to feed her instead of stuffing biscuits down her throat.

Achchha, did anyone watch this film? Fucking brilliant. Also, some of the visuals are startlingly like those in Chak De *cough, rip off, cough*.

Speaking of rip-offs, Bhootnath, which I hear, and read, is not too bad, has the exact same plot as Oscar Wilde's "The Canterville Ghost". Really. Willing to lend out the copy if anyone wants to read it.

Buh-bye. Must write about Indian monsoons. :(

Wednesday, 7 May 2008

Men, Boys and not-quite Tomboys

So I was talking to Cyber Monkey and The Soliloquist, and we were discussing the fact that I refuse to write younger gen. fic in the HP fandom. I like some of them though not usually Harry, but they're kids, y'know? We've seen them as eleven-year olds. 'Course, I write about older gen. as kids too to begin with, but they're grown-up, I can see them, some more than others, as sexual beings. But, honestly, for me, Ron/Hermione, or Harry/Ginny = EWWW!

Not that it's not very well written by some, I'm sure, I just... I can't read it. It's like hobbitsex, for me. Despite the groan-inducing "romance" that J.K.R worked into Deathly Hallows, for me the kids are somehow asexual. Which is rather ridiculous. But, that's how I feel.

Same about the hobbits. I know they must have sex, I mean, Sam has lots of kids, but I definitely do not want to read about it. Almost the same thing with Legolas. Or, rather, Orlando Bloom, 'cause all the LotR characters are asexual in the novels, really. But Aragorn or Boromir or even the-slightly-less-chest-beating Faramir feel like men while Legolas feels like a boy-band pin-up.

Though I s'pose fate's been unkind to Orlando Bloom, a bit. He keeps getting put in films with people like Viggo Mortensen and Johnny Depp; which means he looks effeminate in the first instance and asexual in the second. Honestly. CM said she was shocked when Kightley picked Bloom over Depp. I was shocked when Bloom picked Knightley over Depp.

Of course, this leads us nicely to that other apparently-sexy-but-really-pre-pubertally-cute 'celebrity'--Keira Knightley. Gah! Why the woman keeps getting cast in roles clearly far-too-big for her boots I dunno. I mean, Guinevere? (Ruined a perfectly good film with Clive Owen and Ioan Griffud and action and subtext) Elizabeth Bennet? (I will not say anything, because that would actually require that I think about the film.)

Just, dear Hollywood Blockbuster directors, can Keira Knightley go away and come back when she's grown up? And in the mean time, please find somebody, anybody, else to cast for tomboy-warrior-but-actually-cute-little-princess roles? Please? Pretty please? Thank you.

P.S. Or y'know, let the next couple of boy's-own films be female-less. Doesn't really hurt. LotR did pretty well. So did Star Wars. And Jurassic Park. And Gladiator. And *gasp, shudder, groan* Troy and even Alexander. Oh, wait, thoe had lots of cleavage. Sorry. But, well, not to be rude, but Miss Knightley really truly doesn't. :P