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I am truly celebrating my freedom from the constraints of yet another academic term in my typical stereotypical manner…indulging myself in three movies in as many days at the local Regal theatres. The fact that I can amble to the theater from home makes resisting the temptation almost impossible and also its right next door to my favorite haunt – Starbucks.
Stuck on You was a stress reliever and get my mind off things that I rather not think about. The story of Siam…err…conjoined twins give you nice popcorn fun. LOTR- The Return of the King was a much expected movie and I simply couldn’t disappoint my roomie who is a avowed fan, by not agreeing to a first day show. Me calling LOTR an Indianized version of Sholay…heck even the names Rohan, Salman (ok, I admit its Saruman although it took me a movie and half to get that sorted out) sound familiar, is enough to let him give me a disgusted look. But I hate to admit that I have enjoyed the trilogy although I was totally alien to Tolkien’s works before the movies rolled out. Special effects certainly have reached new levels when you thought that they couldn’t get any better. The battles scenes are awesome and so is Frodo’s battle with the evils of the ring. I am no LOTR fan so I will not even attempt to draft a review.
But the surprise of the lot was “Love Actually”. Despite my now-well known disgust for mushiness, corny and cheesy thingies, I must admit I did enjoy myself. Love is defined and redefined everyday and although our newspapers tell us a different story, love actually is all around.
As the movie points out quite beautifully, that if you ever need proof that love exists, just hang around the arrival terminal of a bustling airport. The joyous shrieks of people seeing their loved ones after differential durations of time are enough to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Someone recently asked me if I would ever know that I am in love. I frankly had no answer. I thought I did have a pretty accurate idea of what love is but sporadic incidents have led me to believe otherwise. I honestly and freely admit that love doesn’t really exist but somehow everyday I see tiny manifestations of selfless acts of sharing or random acts of kindness that urge me to think otherwise.
Love definitely can exist in varying forms and you are expected to catch on to the subtle or sometimes obvious hints that come your way but not everyone is really intuitive enough to catch on, and as they say opportunity knocks only once…and softly. It finally boils down to being lucky. You have to bide your time, let favorable winds blow softly past you and then hang on to dear life. But what if the winds never blow your way…scary thought, eh?
Anyways, I was talking about the movie. Tons of stories weaved into each other, ranging from all age groups and all hierarchical levels somehow finding a common thread – listen to your heart and for the love of god, take a stand.
by Patrix | on Thursday, December 18th, 2003 at 7:42 pm | 
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