#RandomMusings

I have run out of superlatives for this absolute genius of a film so I will not attempt to rave about it. When I am speechless about a film to this extent, I tend to move my focus to discuss those responsible for its massive success. The entire team deserves to be applauded. BUT I want to focus on two very important people here:   Mahesh Narayanan the director: The first time I heard of Mahesh was a few years back when I watched this beautifully offbeat film called 'Mili' starring Amala Paul. Critics were surprisingly generous but they also noted what really made Mili so different - it was the dark and sinister undertones in the narrative that initially seemed to be a low budget slice-of-life saga, cleverly induced via competent editing by Mahesh Narayanan, which lifted the film to an unforgettable visceral experience from just another well-told story. Mahesh went on to then direct and edit some of the finest films Malayalam cinema had to offer including Traffic and Take Off. ...

If Indians are not outraged by this disgusting Washington Post article written by an equally vomit-inducing journalist in the name of journalism, I don’t know what else should outrage them. This is a gross misrepresentation of the position of Indian people and women in India to say the least. GROSS. Who gives Barkha Freaking Dutt the right to represent - misrepresent rather AN ENTIRE NATION - in this shockingly biased article, that’s nothing more than a prejudiced piece of junk? Why are you the rest of the great Indian diaspora - the bonafide kind that screams Jai Hind each year on August 15th - silent ? Isn’t this YOUR country? Do you give authority to Barkha Dutt to speak on your behalf? Or are you that thoroughly invested in the “Apna apna dekh lo” philosophy that you give a damn ? Please don’t give me the lame “we’re in the middle of a global pandemic” excuse. You surely can spare an hour away from Youtube and Netflix to ABHOR an agenda laden article that is solely there to misr...

  Actually ... it wouldn't be accurate to call this a review of Gully Boy, because this is not a balanced, ratiocinative critique of the film. This is actually a love letter, straight from the hiwda, from the bottom of my soul, out and out, a shout out, to the insanely talented makers and actors of Gully Boy. Gully boy is what we call “renaissance cinema”, because it will fundamentally change our perspectives on the whole idea of making dreams come true; it will change the way you look at society, class , division and everything in between, it will challenge banal definitions of music and poetry, dreams and reality and all those things we often wonder about while gazing at stars. It does what movies are supposed to do - create a magical, transcending experience through storytelling. To that end, Gully Boy is easily the best film in the last 10-15 years, one that I will probably watch a gazillion times before I die. ==== So let me be clear, I’m not objective, Not subjective, Just re...

... and why condoning seemingly innocuous content of such films could prove to be dangerous. After watching #GeethaGovindam I am convinced that some people working in the Telugu Film Industry need some serious, very serious psycho therapy. I wouldn't mind if they're all admitted into a mental health facility and made to undergo a rigorous bootcamp on what constitutes as basic decency. Because only an indecent morally bankrupt director who is obviously completely out of touch with reality can think it is OK to write and execute a scene where the "hero"(who plays a PHYSICS PROFESSOR in the movie. PHYSICS PROFESSOR ladies and gentlemen) kisses a random girl on a bus, WITHOUT HER CONSENT, AND takes a selfie while doing it AND(double face-palm) AND strongly believes that he's still got a shot at wooing that poor girl after apologising and harassing her to forgive him! You know what? Someone did something like this on a plane in real life, and that person is in a jai...