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The Hateful Eight – movie review

18 Monday Jan 2016

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A tale of blood, suspense and mistrust.

Tarantino has made this movie for his fans. If you aren’t acquainted with his work, start with Reservoir Dogs, do the Pulp Fiction, Kill Bill and Inglorious Basterds. Then jump on to his more groovy work with Death Proof, Natural Born Killers and Grindhouse. (Django was too commercial a Tarantino work for me). Now you are all set. Get ready for a three-hour long saga looking at eight people, more or less, and getting enthralled and amazed.

The suspense in the movie is genuine- you are at the edge the whole time figuring stuff out and making the connections so that you can go in the end like aaah- I knew that! But when has Tarantino been this simple, and I think it is marvelous that he has been able to create so much with so few characters. The dialogues are extremely funny- dang dark humor, the plot is thick, you cannot point out a finger to who lies, and to someone who is living on the part of the globe with snow all around, the cold conditions on which the movie has been set gives you the absolute chills.

Samuel L. Jackson steals the show along with Jennifer Jason Leigh, Kurt Russel is brilliant, Micheal Madsen is surprisingly old- one always wonders how come he hasn’t appeared in more movies, and Tim Roth can be confused with Christopher Waltz for one half of the movie! This film has all the Tarantino quirks, people vomiting blood, shots to the head with brain splatters, a quiet peaceful symphony with the most intense and disturbing scene that creates a blizzare effect, extremely funny dialogues at the most unthought of circumstances (diaaaaabooolicaaal biiiiiiaatch, dialogues between Jackson and Bob the Mexican), some lovable poor characters who die for nothing, and this film has Mr. Quentin at his unrestricted, unstrained best.

One of his best movies- it was an experience to say the least. And to imagine Tarantino nearly scraped off the project because of the leaked script!

The Big Short- Movie Review

02 Saturday Jan 2016

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“The truth is like poetry and most people hate poetry”

How do you make a movie about the biggest financial meltdown in the history? Quite simple- you present the facts as there are and you stay as close to what happened as possible. Ah, simple, but then how do you stop your movie from turning into a documentary – because there simple have been many- Zeitgeist being one of the best that comes into mind.

The Big Short tries to keep it simple- it takes some of the best actors in the industry; it has a bunch of people who you can relate to – chefs, reality stars, music artists- explain the meaning of the terms that are used by the banks that a normal Tom, Dick, Harry won’t have any idea about; and it juxtaposes the images of what all had happened a few years back with the pace of the movie in neatly spaced timelines; and pays an impressive attention to detail. It does not match the precession of Micheal Lewis’s ‘The Big Short: Inside the Doomsday Machine’, the book that it has been adapted from, but then Lewis’s book is not for your regular reader with the number of financial terms that are thrown in the mix- but somehow the movie manages to keep it all together and explains everything without indulging in anything too fancy.

It has Ryan Gosling being Ryan Gosling- at his charismatic best handling the narrative of the whole movie, Christian Bale taking on a challenging role as an eccentric numbers genius, Steve Carrel impressing again after his brilliant portrayal of John du Pont in Foxcatcher with another serious role, Brad Pitt doing what he does best- giving zero fucks in one scene and a million in the other. And the strength of The Big Short lies in not focusing on a single character but the storyline, the characters play their way out in each of the scenes.

The movie has just the right blend of comedy infused with classy subtlety, style- it wouldn’t be a wall street movie without it, elements of humanity- showcasing people losing their homes, and a comment on the system as a whole- well, money brings corruption and the lessons of the past are forgotten pretty shortly. It is not a movie that you cannot miss, but should definitely give it a watch if you have a little time to spare in your hands just because the actors in the movie are plain brilliant! Steve Carrel’s performance is probably the best of the bunch, and that is saying a lot when you look at the starcast, and Bale- true to his character- stays out of the limelight.

Spotlight – movie review

30 Wednesday Dec 2015

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Some movies stay with you long after they have ended. And a few do it with such panache. Spotlight picks up a delicate story, and lays out the events that happened with finesse, leaving you wondering where you were when the grave misdoings happened. The movie is based on the true story of how The Boston Globe uncovered the massive scandal of child molestation and cover-up within the local Catholic Archdiocese. We have all read about this story, we have all seen Priests made fun of in comedy shows and jokes written about the molestation of little boys, this movie makes you feel the pain a child must have gone through when the violation occurred, and so much more.

 

“What do you do when the God asks you to do something?”, implores one of the church victims at one point. And that is when you try to comprehend the gravity of the whole situation. These were God’s men we are talking about here; these are spiritual leaders. The children they broke either went into depression, alcoholism, drugs or took their own lives. And the movie does not try to sugarcoat it, and it does not try to amplify the whole situation- it presents the way it is and leaves it to the audience to comprehend.

 

The people in the movie are brilliant, and you could expect nothing less of the cast of Micheal Keaton- who has carried on his amazing work after Birdman, Mark Ruffalo- thick accent, wonderful as ever, the beautiful Rachel McAdams, Liev ‘Sabertooth’ Schrieber and John ‘Madmen’ Slattery. I knew nothing about the movie before I started watching it- started it partly because of the cast, and was blown away. It tells us the importance of investigative journalism- something that is a dying breed nowadays, and the impact that it can have on the whole world. The movie does not turn the journalists into heroes, it presents them as who they are, lets them do their job, with a realism that grips the audience. It tenderly lays down tiny insights into the lives of the journalists, as well as the people who had been violated- twice- one by the priests and second by the system that did nothing to punish who wronged them.

 

Do watch! 10/10.

The summer breeze

20 Sunday Dec 2015

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As I stood staring at the pale moonlight,

The street spoke to me,

The sound that I heard was your soft voice,

And I wondered where you would be.

 

The gentle breeze,

It blew ever so peacefully,

There was a sense of calm around it,

And it reminded me of you.

 

There were two small pieces of paper,

Torn apart from a notebook where they must have lay,

Sewn together.

The wind blew them in circles,

Each rotating around itself,

And trying to revolve to catch the other.

They would meet a second,

And separate out the next.

 

With the wind, their charade died,

Apart, defeated, they lay spewn aside.

These papers, they flashed memories of fear,

The times when I realized our end was near.

 

The church at the corner rang its bells,

Another hour must have passed in its wake.

The chiming reminded me of the time that past,

The sunshines, the sunsets, and the life it was.

The car on the corner, it spoke of you,

The one long trip that we never took.

The snow flakes, they carried your mark,

How I wished I had more in my cask.

The silence around, it bellowed your name,

Taking me to our journeys and flashing at me, your face.

 

But the gentle breeze, it blew again,

Whispered to me softly, called out my name.

I could do nothing but slyly smile,

For you were the warm summer breeze in my life.

 

 

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P.S: The timeline for this is winter. The warm summer breeze is the feeling of warmth amidst all the cold.

 

Wind Chimes

13 Sunday Dec 2015

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The wind chimes tinkled and the soft acoustics of it reminded him of the warm summer breeze. He could close his eyes and be carried to the life it was. Romanticizing a little more always threatened to take him to what it could have been, but shutting it out had been his defense mechanism all along. He fidgeted with the idea of pulling out that box of smokes that was lying hidden for the past six months now, but he was stronger than this, wasn’t he?

The world has always been full of people who could take his breath away, and trying to forget the one who reminded him to breathe was never going to be so easy. She was the melody of his songs and the rightness of all his wrongs. It was her for whom his poems rhymed, and she was the muse who made his stories come to life. More than anything he couldn’t get her smile out of his head, the sound of her contagious laughter, the tiny dimple that etched itself on her pretty face every time she flashed it by. He had decided to never fall in love again, but she got it out of him without ever having to ask. And never could he say that even though it broke his heart, he hadn’t been, and still was, just glad that she happened.

Someone had told him when he was a boy to be the person he needed when he was younger. He had a tough childhood, a difficult adolescence and the person that evolved had a mask on at all times, had feelings locked at a safe heaven at all costs. Little did he know that the mask would someday become his face and the key to the locker would be a fantasy that he could amuse himself with on some lazy Sunday afternoons. You don’t need to be submerged under water to get the feel that you are drowning, and he had been for a long time till she came along. She reminded him of the beautiful oceans, calm and peaceful even with her million whirlpools, and she came on to him in the wildest of ways- and just as he was close enough to touch her, she would turn back again. And he saw in her a story waiting to be read, to be understood. To be embraced; and he knew that he loved her when she pointed to the sky and where all he could see were dense clouds,  with her at hand, he finally could look beyond at the Sun.

He should have told her how he actually felt. How he was different when he was with her. How the meaning of his life changed when she was around. How her child-like laughter meant the world to him and how she could glide though the clouds and the rains would shower upon him. How he could never give a label what his heart said because he thought that the most beautiful chapters in his life won’t have a title till much later. How he had been too afraid of love, too afraid that he would like it too much.

As he lay contemplating what could have been, he wondered if it were all worth it? To break into a thousand pieces and then picking them up together, knowing that you are bound to miss some and you could never be the same again.
For her? A thousand times over.

 

His living nightmare

09 Monday Nov 2015

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moving on


The nightmares never stopped, they still haunted him every other night; he just found a way to get used to them. Regrets were slowly becoming a part of his psych, and the most he wished he did was treating every experience as if it were his last- he hated being a dreamer, that he believed too much in future and what might it bring. He had been trying to move on for so long, and he knew that it will come only when his heart understood that there was no turning back. But his heart was even more of a dreamer than he and living life in fantasies was so much more comfortable than the world out there.

He had long forgotten what it felt hearing her voice, but the sound of her happiness and the little noises that she used to make was something that he couldn’t escape from. The past has a way of giving an appearance of being so much more than it were, and the present paints a picture a little dire than it actually is. The only saving grace is the promise of a rosier future, but can it come for him without accepting that some chapters in life are meant to be closed without a closure?

He had never been much of a talker, most of the times words couldn’t describe what he was feeling. And for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why was it so difficult to articulate love, but so easy to express disappointment. And wasn’t it what he did, so many days, so many times. The memories come back to haunt him time and again and he wishes that he had known what life would be without her. Darkness had always been his silent companion, with her around, even the sun turned its gaze on him.

He had laid bare his darkest secrets with her, even the ones he was afraid of telling his own self. He had always been a strong person but sometimes the want for someone to hold his hand telling that this too shall pass overwhelmed his existence. He lived in the prose he could never write, wanting to realize that the thing that he was holding on to didn’t exist anymore. In his madness he kept praying for a storm, and dreamt that the storms will bring him peace.

Could they ever?

What if?

06 Friday Nov 2015

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What if our summer ends,
And you get to know me better,
Will you still hold me the way you did?
Look at me with the eyes of the past,
When the grass was greener and time didn’t pull us apart.

What happens to us in our fall,
When life starts shedding its colors,
Will you still come back and give me a kiss?
Watch over me as the things unfold,
And wait for our winter to come.

And what happens if the bubble bursts,
If the stars realign and fantasies reduce to dust.
Will you see me like all the others?
Would I still have to run and hide,
Or will you be there by my side?

Inspired by “Your Possible Past” by Floyd and something that I saw written somewhere.

The joker and the batman

13 Tuesday Oct 2015

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the joker

 
The laughing psychopath did his best,
Deceit, madness and daggers shot at chest.
Wrecked havoc in the minds of the entire town,
Nothing the same after him around.

 
The greatest thing that devil ever pulled is to convince the world that he does not exist.

 
The madman understood it all,
Inside the maniacal laughter,
Resided a sense of foreboding calm.
This might sound insane, but that was his nature,
An animal so viscous even darkness failed to cater.
Midst all lunacy, he sang his lullabies,
Destroying all in his wake, the rest left to try.

 
When a joker dies, the joke remains.

 
I couldn’t do it, could I?
Let countless perish, allowed her to die.
Only solace is his master plan failed,
Killing him would have made a joker the world was not ready to face.

My body can take more but the mind is only human.

 
But I will get back before a bastard strikes again,
There won’t be another joker,
I need to make sure of that.
I know that my time will come sooner than later,
This is the destiny years ago I chose to cater.
The town will be a happier place when I am done.
No crazy laughs, no killing of parents beside the masts.

 
The world will never need to know who I really am,
But I will rise again.
For I am,
I am the batman.

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Tantalizing dreams

26 Wednesday Aug 2015

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You came to my dreams last night,

Caressed my face with your lips,

And kissed me goodbye.

 

We both wore our true colors this time,

You the brightest light in the room,

And I searched for a place to hide.

 

You sparkled in that low-cut top that I always used to hate,

Maybe that was your way of showing me my place.

I kept looking for answers and could find none,

You taught me the fallacy of unconditional love.

 

We went to the bed together,

But I could never sleep.

Followed your hand into the ocean,

When I had not one idea how to swim.

 

But in the dream you made me smile again,

Didn’t want to let you go,

It just had to be that way. 

Tried to follow you into the darkness as you waved me by,

The ring on your finger made me change my mind.

 

 

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