Thursday 15 January 2015

Hello, How would you like your Mind Numbingly served today?


How about going for a Mind Numbingly Boring with a free side of Yawn on the side?
Or try a Mind Numblingly Terrible with a generous dash of Nonsense on the top?



Ok, that's the end of my mad chatter.

I have watched two starring Liam Neeson movies in less than 72 hours and neither was very good.

The first one was a DVD of The Third Person (TTP) directed by Paul Haggis, of Crash fame – an excellent thriller. TTP is a multi-story-in-one-movie concept film spinning on the life and times of a Pultzer-prize winning author who has confined himself into a luxurious hotel suite in Paris, in the desperate attempt to pen another winning piece of literature and restore his former glory. To aid him in his frustration, he gets the company of his beautiful, tormented and (of course) much younger, journalist lover girl to join him there and muse him out of his misery.  
Moving from Paris to Rome, we meet a young American business traveler who is stuck in the city waiting for a shady business deal to come through. In a moment of abject loneliness, he is drawn by the mystery woman seated next to him in a dingy local bar and for some reason, is taken by her rather strongly and almost forces an entry into her current trials and tribulations.
Cut to across the Atlantic, we enter the city of Manhattan and meet two women, both saddened by their personal circumstance. One, a successful lawyer fighting hard to aid the other’s losing battle in gaining visitation rights to see her little son from the protection of his artist father. The young, dark haired beauty has been reduced to delicate state of near poverty and desperation. In contrast, the striking blonde lawyer leads a life of comfort and success. Both women are painfully lonely without respective partners and their own children; bravely displaying their vulnerability as they try to turn their fate.
The terrific ensemble cast is why I selected the DVD and also endured the entire duration of the movie, in the hope for some surprise element of genius to turn it over its head and leave me . It is a real shame that a movie starring Liam Neeson, Olivia Wilde, Kim Bassinger, Adrien Brody, Mila Kunis AND James Franco, failed to be executed well. The texture and fabric of the movie in capturing the particular energies of the three cities was good but the weaving of the various tales and shoddy narrative leaves the viewer feeling deathly bored and ready for a long snooze.
Well said: "With a cast such as this the film works as well as it can with such obtuse twists and turns involving each of the three couples. The film 'feels' like it wants to be wonderful, but it just plods along too slowly to make us care very much about this odd groups of maladjusted misfits." (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2343793/)

Moving on to pikchur number 2 – the less said, the better.

Taken 3…the third, worst and hopefully final in the Taken series was as bad as any cheesy, mass-market, mind-frying, ridiculous Bolly movie. A movie made for a low intelligent human being whose idea of cinema is dhoom-dhaam and bhaag-daud. Random cars fly over cliffs and the Hero obviously emerges out of the flames completely unscathed, entire buildings blow up with a simple click of a button, a squad of 20 top-cops can’t catch the lone good guy on the run…and other such predictable scenarios. The only running I wanted to do was toward the exit, but the popcorn held me hostage and I sat till its bitter end. Watch this at your own risk. More funny reviews at http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2446042/?ref_=nv_sr_1


But,


The one movie that deserves a lengthy and well-analysed piece of its own is the endearing coming of age of young a boy, in the multi Golden Globe winning, Boyhood. A ground-breaking movie shot with the same cast over a span of 12 years. I watched it two weeks ago and was utterly charmed by Mason who portrays the life of a regular American kid and his mildly dysfunctional family life. The magic of seeing him and his sister grow up literally in front of your eyes on the screen. Ethan Hawke and Patricia Arquette cast as their parents showcase the Modern Family spirit. Kids with separated parents who have no say when their parent(s) carry forward his/her respective life with a new spouse who may or may not have a positive influence on the kids; are often in a difficult predicament. The movie deals with the situation of the average american suburban kid with such poignancy and delicacy, no wonder it swept the Globes taking in Best Director and Best Film awards and putting itself in the forerun of the Oscars race.

Go, Team Mason!



Patricia Arquette's interview on Vanity Insanity is worth a quick read:




Thursday 8 January 2015

The Way I Are

Farewell, Good-bye, Sayonara, Ciao, Toodles, Hasta la vista, Au Revoir, Peace Out 2014 -

Sorry that I seem to be utterly excited that 2014 is now a thing of the past but it was a pretty below-average year for me and by the end of it, I was ready to get on with it and ring in the new. No matter how out-of-it we may feel; my family and me are infused with festivity by the end of November when the delicious decadent vibe of December starts creeping in and enveloping the world over! The last month of the year conveys an infectious message of joy, gratitude, forgiveness, sharing, lights, food, love, and family.

Unfortunately, December 2014 was marked by certain depressing and shattering world events completely unaligned from the above stated notions. Lights were most certainly blazing away, but lights of a different kind. From the Peshawar massacre, the Sydney café hostage holdup, the impending ISIS crises or the disappearing Malaysian airline plane – it was a time marked by blood, tears and innocent loss. A tragic time for all of humanity. Wherever the perpetrators of these events are, I hope divine justice swoops in and deals with them in the right manner. Political discourse and commentary are most certainly not my forté and I will leave that to the more knowledgeable to comment on.

Knowing that I can say, write and illustrate my own feelings and observations of the world around me, is a gift I have been born with - The Freedom of Expression. The very basis of my micro blog is this basic principle and freedom that I take for granted because I can and I should. As I type this, members of the Free World are agitating the 7th January 2015 massacre. 3 gunmen stormed the offices of satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo in Paris Wednesday and opened fire, killing at least 12 people in what French authorities are calling the worst terror attack in four decades. The masked gunmen shouted Islamist slogans and exchanged gunfire with police as they fled and continue to remain on the run.

This particular tragedy has shaken the international literati and glitterati out of their complacency, as it has occurred in the City of Lights, a city hitherto known for its rich history, literature, fashion, architecture, and gastronomy; less known for its strikes, manifestations and alleged secularism. In India, we are confronted with such horror stories rather often and it scarcely seems to worry the international community when it happens. Poor nation, poor people theory….

Paris has been the birthplace of so many important and revolutionary artists, poets, writers and philosophers. This quality epitomizes the spirit of the city, making it the city of the Arts and to have something so grave and terrifying occur so brazenly has shaken the world with supporters showing solidarity adopting the #jesuischarlie tag.




In two weeks, Mumbaikars will see the better side of its citizens on 18th January 2015 with the Standard Chartered Mumbai Marathon fever taking over. The SCMM is particularly close to my heart as I have had wonderful memories running as a Dream Maker (Feel free to support my cause at http://www.unitedwaymumbai.org/fundraiser-3954 ). One gets to see the wide diversity in the people of this marvelous city who come out to support, cheer and enjoy the bonhomie and energy felt on this Sunday every year. I see people much older than me running the half marathon with such dedication and determination, handicaps smiling away as they make their own way towards the finish, crazy people dressed up in strange costumes shouting some slogans, models, actors, industrialists – all coming together to celebrate the city of Mumbai and pitch in. But this amazing energy seems to be forgotten before and after and right after, things fall back into the usual rut. Why should it be so? When we get together for the right reason, good things will and can happen…I hope the good forces continue to preside and the Island City sees actual progression in this year and the years to come.



Next up in January is the visit of US President Obama for the Republic Day celebrations for which all our roads have been dug up overnight and all sorts of infrastructure overhauls have harrowed us Mumbaikars. Let’s see what comes off the historic event, other than Obama ji picking up a humble jhadoo and sweeping the streets. To really cleanse the country, we all know it isn’t the roads that need cleaning…the erstwhile Shashi Tharoor might know a thing or two about that. 


Erm that will be all from me for today. Don’t want to say more, alas I might have to watch over my shoulder.

But I will be back. Stay tuned! In the mean time, be mindful and be careful!

Sharing my song for the time that is now, and quite aptly so: