Sunday, May 18, 2014

How Old Are You Movie Review

How old are you does not steer clear of some clichés in Malayalam Cinema but at the same its portrayal of its main subject,  the typical Malayalee housewife, is nothing less than perfect. In the first half we encounter a woman who works in a government office, and comes back and cooks and cleans for the family, and little else besides that. Although it is made clear that she showed extraordinary potential as a young woman in college, she has turned this potential inwards and into the four corners of her home. Her dissatisfaction with this arrangement comes through in a lot of small moments throughout the first half of the film--she is unaware of the President’s visit in her own town, about the expiration of her driving license and shows little to no interest in her work, and lesser even still about the welfare of the people outside of her immediate family. She is bitter in her interactions with people and apathetic towards the rest of the world, and seems to have given up on herself as well as the world in general. This in turn has affected her relationship with her own family, including her husband and daughter. Locking up everything to do with her personality that has evidently been trying to express itself for a long time, has turned it into something uninteresting and unattractive.
Come the second half, due to some changes in her life (spoilers!) she decides that it is time at last to let it go, and give some time to take care herself and her thoughts and dreams. The film moves effortlessly into a story of success and optimism from one of dreary negativity—a lot of nuances in relationships are brought into the fore. This change of perspective in Nirupama’s life also changes her character and her interactions with people. She is more confident, and for the first time in the movie she shows a true empathy for somebody outside her own family. Maybe it is significant that this instance is what begins her journey into a successful, well-rounded, positive individual.
Rosshan Andrews and Booby Sanjay have done a good job. Although some clichés could have been avoided, these are easily made up for by the rest of the movie.
Manju Warrier comes back to the silver screen after fourteen years with an effortlessness that is reserved for people who are born to be artists. The subtle and imperceptible changes she makes in body language and mannerisms as the movie progresses mark the changes that Nirupama has gone through so well. She handles comedy with ease, as always. And as for everything else: whatever situation Nirupama is in, Manju makes the audience feel what she feels. Her scenes with Boban are the best. The changes they go through in their relationship are efficiently conveyed scene by scene, each dialogue bringing a perceptible change in the atmosphere around it. Both of them complement each other so well!
Kunchacko Boban deserves so much praise for the way he has portrayed the role of the husband in this movie. His performance is immaculate. His role required a nuanced performance, as a person who is inherently good but is a little self-centered: Boban brings this out perfectly. (By the way, this is a welcome departure from the portrayal of husbands in ‘family’ movies as the heartless ‘villain’. In real life things are not that simple or black and white!) Also he deserves even more praise for taking up this role in this woman centric film. I love the way Boban has been going about in his comeback career. Choosing different roles and giving understated but excellent performances. Good on you Kunjacko! Four for you.

Now for the bad stuff: It’s full of spoilers, so don’t read if you have not seen the movie!!!!

1.       I hate to see that again the daughter is shown as a very self-centered person who does not understand that her mother is also a different person like herself and everybody else, and the narrative somehow forgives her for it. I think the position is that it is okay because she is young. There are things that she does that are very cruel, but this is hardly ever brought into question. I understand that she is not an adult, but everybody needs to take accountability for their actions to some extent. It is also shown that she is very intelligent, insightful about everything else, so why are her interactions with her mother so inconsiderate?
2.       The daughter calling the mother ‘edo’ and ‘thaan’ to show closeness is old. And it has always been awkward. Please stop.
3.       Given the amount of bitterness that Nirupama shows in the first half, maybe some more time could have been taken out to show that she opens her mind not only towards her own personal development, but for the welfare of other people as well? Of course the episode with her and the old lady is significant, but maybe the montage scenes could have elaborated on this somewhat more. After all, there is a need for a human being to develop and flourish but it is based on the fact that everybody has this right! So a couple of shots where she realizes and understands other people’s need for self-discovery, support or even for being treated fairly could have been included. Like in the case of that old man in the beginning who came to her office for help.
4.       The fact that Nirupama took an active interest in the affairs of her college and took strong stands for its development is good to show us that she had a determined, strong personality before. But the examples that her friend gives—that of her speaking out against a strike and challenging political student organizations—in my opinion it reeks of a middle class aversion to anything political. What was the strike for? Nobody mentions that, what if it was for a legitimate cause? At the same time Nirupama’s strike and her strong conviction in her position for other issues is lauded. What differentiates the two? Seeing that the movie delivers a message that people should not be reduced to thinking and living for their immediate family alone, such a blind and categorical denouncement of strikes and protests is unwarranted and out of place. Social and Political Consciousness forever! (I understand that there are a lot of strikes in colleges for trivial issues. It is just that they did not even go into the reason for it, and in any case this sort of thing has become as boring as movies having denouncements of ‘harthaal’ in Kerala. Isn’t there something else/any common social or political issue that the average Malayalee is worried about? Other than not being able to travel in a bus on harthaal day? Personally, I think a lot of it shows a deeper mistrust in anything political, anything that involves some sort of commitment outside of your immediate family--“Swantham Karyam Zindabad” being the only slogan that is acceptable. )

5.       Also her friend jumping at a security officer is unwanted and sticks out in the movie by a mile. Granted, he didn’t have to shout at them, but she could have at least tried explaining they were old students. Susan in the movie is rich and influential, and comes from a position of privilege and power. The security guard does not. There is no bravery that comes forth in this exchange.  Standing your ground or sticking up for your rights should not mean humiliating or thinking little of people who have little or no power over you. Plus he was only doing his job. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

I am talking about that one time



Because we all had that time, when we were fifteen, sixteen maybe, when Bob Dylan was our man.
He still is, but you know what I mean.

Monday, September 3, 2012

In the interest of being more honest here

Emotional upheavals and things, probably due to not getting my periods. More like emotional downheavals. I have been thinking about L.S. a lot. Not sad things. Not even things, just stuff that happened back then. But today more about V and things I know about him that no one else knows. People should always go for walks to get to know  each other better. All I worry about is my heart getting smaller. I need to not let it for my mother and friends I have grown to care about. Fucking hell. Never tell anybody anything. But it always happens. And as for me like Stephen Dunn, "Ive had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches. A heart is to be spent. As for me, Ill share my mulcher with anyone who needs to mulch. " Except the stingy hearted son of a bitch tends to be me, most of the time. But those days are over, ladies. And it happened without me knowing.  At least I can still look at poetry books I can't afford yet. Probably never, the way things are going. At least I can look forward to finding them in libraries.  I have thought some terrible things that I can't write about.  Things that mess people up start early when they haven't even got their guard up. 

Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely
Carl Sandburg
love is a deep and a dark and a lonely
and you take it deep take it dark
and take it with a lonely winding
and when the winding gets too lonely
then may come the windflowers
and the breath of wind over many flowers
winding its way out of many lonely flowers
waiting in rainleaf whispers
waiting in dry stalks of noon
wanting in a music of windbreaths
so you can take love as it comes keening
as it comes with a voice and a face
and you make a talk of it
talking to yourself a talk worth keeping
and you put it away for a keen keeping
and you find it to be a hoarding
and you give it away and yet it stays hoarded
like a book read over and over again
like one book being a long row of books
like leaves of windflowers bending low
and bending to be never broken

I have to do tax. "Be a legal superhero in the business world". God.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver


You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Sixty, by Stephen Dunn



Because in my family the heart goes first
and hardly anybody makes it out of his fifties,
I think Ill stay up late with a few bandits
of my choice and resist good advice.
Ill invent a secret scroll lost by Egyptians
and reveal its contents: the directions
to your house, recipes for forgiveness.
History says that my ventricles are stone alleys,
my heart itself a city with a terrorist
holed up in the mayors office.
Im in the mood to punctuate
only with that maker of promises, the colon:
next, next, next, it says, God bless it.
As Garcia Lorca may have written: some people
forget to live as if a great arsenic lobster
could fall on their heads at any moment.
My sixtieth birthday is tomorrow.
Come, play poker with me,
I want to be taken to the cleaners.
Ive had it with all stingy-hearted sons of bitches.
A heart is to be spent. As for me, Ill share
my mulcher with anyone who needs to mulch.
Its time to give up search for the invisible.
On the best of days theres little more
than the faintest intimations. The millenium,
my dear, is sure to disappoint us.
I think Ill keep on describing things
to ensure that they really happened.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Fat lady

I would say I will say a thousand Hail Marys, but I have a feeling you don't work that way.

But please please let us win this one. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

The World is a Beautiful Place *sarcasm*

By Ferlinghetti


The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time

The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you

Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen

and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to

Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling

mortician