A lot has happened since last i wrote, Anna’s party disintegrated (as if we actually expected something worthwhile to happen), Australia has agreed to sell us Uranium, Indian Rupee is at all time low, India got raped in England, the 2G scamsters got bailed and we finally had the ‘million dollar baby’ on Nov 16. What has not happened is the elusive century of the God. Blogging is like an erection, once you procrastinate it due to any reason whatsoever, the zeal kind of dies and the more often you do the stronger the subsequent excitation is required. So it was kind of fitting that the blog has come after me viewing the Dirty Picture. I never thought that the movie could affect me 2.5 feet above from where i actually expected it to. If you can survive the embarrassing first half then you are in for a post ‘on the rocks Chivas’ feel. My city is not small by any means yet somehow this movie was released in a movie theatre usually reserved for educative movies. FYI for those who have never been into one of these movie theatres, these are very clean and odourless. The comments however reeked of previous experiences of the people out there. Not that i mind these comments usually but just that i had started to like the movie. If you remove the silken covering what blossoms is a very rare treat, seldom are such strong and innovative women centred movies made. It reminded me somewhat of Fashion but this one was definitely better owing to its non clichéd unhappy ending. The contamination of innocence into a sadist and cynic practicality here was stronger than any contemporary movie. It was surprising to find out that there could be people who can dare to go against such a strong tide. Silk actually made us think that right-wrong, correct-incorrect and moral-immoral are a matter of perception rather than a clear demarcation indicating them. Naseeruddin Shah was phenomenal as usual, his chemistry with Vidya Balan was evident in all the cheesy jokes which incinerated the whole movie hall. With his rapidly advancing age it was implicit that this much exertion might render Naseeruddin Shah dead but he defied all i guess. The role of Tushar Kapoor was that of a brainless and spineless guy which he did to perfection. I personally never thought that in a movie involving Emraan Hashmi i would ever see someone else being the bed time star. The random naive guy who was told that he could buy off Silk in 100 rs was one of the many touches of simplicity in the otherwise materialUstic a world portrayed. All in all the movie has something for everyone- the critics, the perverts and the enthusiasts.
**dedicated to all the flavours of 1 rupee which was spent for Silk by the ‘random’ guy :-P
