Garam Masala Secret Window
Last night I watched Secret Window on tv while i lay on the couch to heal my body. I was dead beat from the hectic activity over the weekend. I initially realized that I watched this movie once before but I couldn't remember a darn scene. My restless mind egged me to surf and my hand went up with the remote pointing at the tv as if I was 'Shooter' himself aiming at Morton Rainey, waiting for one false move. For what seemed like 20 minutes I held it there while the movie kept my attention all to itself. Then I dropped the remote, got myself some munch and sank into the arms of sloth, being barely awake to follow the movie.
Although the end the movie left you with the 'just another psychotic thriller' feeling, the way it unfolded was terrific. I'm not sure if everyone will think likewise or if it is a common comment from Depp fans. He was absolutely amazing. His 'Rah! Rah!' towards the end when he/his conscience talks to him, which I read somewhere was something he picked up from his pre-verbal son's expression of confusion, was immaculate in portraying his state of mind at that instance. It's the feeling that one gets when one is absolutely shit scared. Ever been in a situation so shocking that you lost your speech? (I think i do but I must've been so freaked I don't remember whether it was real or a dream) We've seen a Kamal Hassan do it, we've seen scores of others attempting it but Depp takes the cake with the icing and the cherries.
Anyways that was my 'short' introduction to the topic i really wanted to rant about today, which is the contrast between such movies and our desi masala flicks. In fact the movie I had in mind for comparison was 'Garam Masala'. Not because it had anything in common but because I sat through a screeing of this mish-mash in the front row of a Volvo ride from Mysore to Bengaluru just a few hours before I watched Secret window. Having slept till 3.pm, I could not pretend to sleep even if i could somehow manage to ignore the soundtrack. So I braved the nonsense that the tube displayed for a good part of 3 hrs. The first thing that hit me was the lack of a storyline. But if you have sufficient level of amnesia to forget such essentials and your IQ is way below average then it is a rip roaring comedy.
But one thing I got to admit was it was well titled. Just like you cannot make out the ingredients of a good concoction of Garam Masala, you could not make out either any sense in the story or what the movie was all about. John Abraham and Akshay Kumar were falling over the sofa so many times that you felt like screaming 'Move the freaking furniture to the side you morons' rather than finding it the least bit funny. Nevertheless at some places the entire bus burst out in unison to some of the duo's antics. By the end of the movie I was convinced that you don't need too much masala in your head to make movies these days.
I don't intend to go on the 'Look at the kind of movies they make in hollywood' trip. I just wanted to bitch, all my friends who have the capacity to listen are out of reach, so I blitch (that's the new term I invented for bitching on the blog).
Although the end the movie left you with the 'just another psychotic thriller' feeling, the way it unfolded was terrific. I'm not sure if everyone will think likewise or if it is a common comment from Depp fans. He was absolutely amazing. His 'Rah! Rah!' towards the end when he/his conscience talks to him, which I read somewhere was something he picked up from his pre-verbal son's expression of confusion, was immaculate in portraying his state of mind at that instance. It's the feeling that one gets when one is absolutely shit scared. Ever been in a situation so shocking that you lost your speech? (I think i do but I must've been so freaked I don't remember whether it was real or a dream) We've seen a Kamal Hassan do it, we've seen scores of others attempting it but Depp takes the cake with the icing and the cherries.
Anyways that was my 'short' introduction to the topic i really wanted to rant about today, which is the contrast between such movies and our desi masala flicks. In fact the movie I had in mind for comparison was 'Garam Masala'. Not because it had anything in common but because I sat through a screeing of this mish-mash in the front row of a Volvo ride from Mysore to Bengaluru just a few hours before I watched Secret window. Having slept till 3.pm, I could not pretend to sleep even if i could somehow manage to ignore the soundtrack. So I braved the nonsense that the tube displayed for a good part of 3 hrs. The first thing that hit me was the lack of a storyline. But if you have sufficient level of amnesia to forget such essentials and your IQ is way below average then it is a rip roaring comedy.
But one thing I got to admit was it was well titled. Just like you cannot make out the ingredients of a good concoction of Garam Masala, you could not make out either any sense in the story or what the movie was all about. John Abraham and Akshay Kumar were falling over the sofa so many times that you felt like screaming 'Move the freaking furniture to the side you morons' rather than finding it the least bit funny. Nevertheless at some places the entire bus burst out in unison to some of the duo's antics. By the end of the movie I was convinced that you don't need too much masala in your head to make movies these days.
I don't intend to go on the 'Look at the kind of movies they make in hollywood' trip. I just wanted to bitch, all my friends who have the capacity to listen are out of reach, so I blitch (that's the new term I invented for bitching on the blog).
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