Loot Liya!
Contrary to the popular prelude set by the title, this article isn’t about the falling rupee or the recent survey, that the corruption rate in India is double than that of the global average. *Haw! *
Also, Dear Presses of the world, we don’t need a survey to tell us about the corruption rate. We bloody LIVE it! *Boo Yaah!*
I am going to talk (rather, write), about a beautiful love story that couldn’t have been spun in anymore splendid fashion than Lootera.
I’ll admit, am not much of a Bollywood film critic. Heck! My Bollywood IQ’s the size of a peanut, or even less so. This disinterest grows from watching mind-numbingly stupid and narcissist approach of the cliché that are Hindi film heroes, according to whom, disrespecting a woman and forcing themselves on her makes them somehow attractive to Ms. Bee Stung lips (Rockstar) and even so unappealing is another R.K. movie where he goes, “Tum jaisi ladkiyaan flirting key liye nahin, ishq key liye banaayee gayi hai.”
And Bam! Ms. “I-will-only-wear-knee length-frocks-in-a snowy Manali” is in "Looove" (Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani).
What on earth?!
So, apparently there are two types of defined stereotypical women; the one that you flirt with and the other you fall in “ishq” with and if Bollywood stereotypes are anything to go by, there’s another type too- “The salwar kameez clad, bhajan singing, Biwi material ” (Cocktail).
(Lord! Forgive me for all the movies I was made to watch .)
As a woman, I find it increasingly demeaning that movies like these are actual crowd favourites and girls swoon over characters
like those and somehow, they are the ones defining love lives these days, which apparently goes three ways (flirting waali, ishq waali,Gharwali). *Arrgghh!!*
And under such clouds of utter dismay comes along a Love Poem that is Lootera, which is so heart wrenching, that it makes you go, O. Henry! (Literally) The movie has been rightfully credited to “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry.
Lootera , with its beautiful story , poignant characters and exemplary visuals, married to a stirring musical backdrop leaves you with a feeling of happiness, warmth and a subtle sadness.
It takes you back to an era where a man in love is not about cheesy texts or pick-up lines and where a woman in love can’t stop herself from catching a glance at him through her curtained windows, making sure no one else realizes how vulnerable he makes her feel.
Cut back to a scene where, Pakhi and Varun sit by a lakeside talking in casual whispers as she articulates her feelings and he remains seemingly unsure on how to respond. *Sigh*
All these mixed into a tale of love, honour, betrayal and redemption to seek into a journey miles apart from the usual masala Bollywood affair .
The second half is gripping and the music only winds in more to make us fall for Pakhi’s alluring feminity and spontaneity matched with Varun’s resilience and undying love for her.
The last 10 minutes of the movie make it an unforgettable climax and leave you with a longing sense of happiness, pain and warmth; more like a bitter-sweet symphony that plays along, while you swoon over this masterpiece of cinematic romance.
To all the Kings of Romance (The Johars, the Chopras and especially the SRK wannabes): THIS is How it's done!
P.S. If you aren't acquainted with The Last Leaf, a short story by O. Henry , I recommend you to take a read here:http://www.pages.drexel.edu/~ina22/+270/$270-texts-last_leaf.html
“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” ~ Oscar Wilde
Also, Dear Presses of the world, we don’t need a survey to tell us about the corruption rate. We bloody LIVE it! *Boo Yaah!*
I am going to talk (rather, write), about a beautiful love story that couldn’t have been spun in anymore splendid fashion than Lootera.
I’ll admit, am not much of a Bollywood film critic. Heck! My Bollywood IQ’s the size of a peanut, or even less so. This disinterest grows from watching mind-numbingly stupid and narcissist approach of the cliché that are Hindi film heroes, according to whom, disrespecting a woman and forcing themselves on her makes them somehow attractive to Ms. Bee Stung lips (Rockstar) and even so unappealing is another R.K. movie where he goes, “Tum jaisi ladkiyaan flirting key liye nahin, ishq key liye banaayee gayi hai.”
And Bam! Ms. “I-will-only-wear-knee length-frocks-in-a snowy Manali” is in "Looove" (Yeh Jawani Hai Deewani).
What on earth?!
So, apparently there are two types of defined stereotypical women; the one that you flirt with and the other you fall in “ishq” with and if Bollywood stereotypes are anything to go by, there’s another type too- “The salwar kameez clad, bhajan singing, Biwi material ” (Cocktail).
(Lord! Forgive me for all the movies I was made to watch .)
As a woman, I find it increasingly demeaning that movies like these are actual crowd favourites and girls swoon over characters
like those and somehow, they are the ones defining love lives these days, which apparently goes three ways (flirting waali, ishq waali,Gharwali). *Arrgghh!!*
And under such clouds of utter dismay comes along a Love Poem that is Lootera, which is so heart wrenching, that it makes you go, O. Henry! (Literally) The movie has been rightfully credited to “The Last Leaf” by O. Henry.
Lootera , with its beautiful story , poignant characters and exemplary visuals, married to a stirring musical backdrop leaves you with a feeling of happiness, warmth and a subtle sadness.
It takes you back to an era where a man in love is not about cheesy texts or pick-up lines and where a woman in love can’t stop herself from catching a glance at him through her curtained windows, making sure no one else realizes how vulnerable he makes her feel.
Cut back to a scene where, Pakhi and Varun sit by a lakeside talking in casual whispers as she articulates her feelings and he remains seemingly unsure on how to respond. *Sigh*
All these mixed into a tale of love, honour, betrayal and redemption to seek into a journey miles apart from the usual masala Bollywood affair .
The second half is gripping and the music only winds in more to make us fall for Pakhi’s alluring feminity and spontaneity matched with Varun’s resilience and undying love for her.
The last 10 minutes of the movie make it an unforgettable climax and leave you with a longing sense of happiness, pain and warmth; more like a bitter-sweet symphony that plays along, while you swoon over this masterpiece of cinematic romance.
To all the Kings of Romance (The Johars, the Chopras and especially the SRK wannabes): THIS is How it's done!
“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” ~ Oscar Wilde
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ReplyDeleteHey. Amazing as always. Knowing you, if you are recommending a bollywood movie, m definitely gna watch it.! :-p :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Nikki! and yes! Please do watch :)
Deletei saw this moves this movie is awesome
ReplyDeleteAaah yes! Very much so :)
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