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Read it at your own risk. I am going to crib and whine and swear.
I saw Life in a Metro Yesterday.
I
had heard from friends who had seen the movie that it was worth
watching. But I didn't want to watch it because I was afraid I already
knew the plot. I mean come on how hard could it be to guess? The name
of the movie is Metro. Obviously the movie had to thrive on sex and
more sex. Sex in the elevator, sex in the car, sex on the rooftop and
sex with multiple men. And obviously this isn't the exhaustive
list.(Thats impossible!). There would have to be a lot of stress,
because once you earn so much and don't sleep(sleeping for rest not
pleasure, pun NOT intended) work-related mostly and well the stress
would lead to huge differences between the couples(mostly married ones)
and this would again lead to more stress and they'd find solace in
.well.sex. With another person obviously. Some how Indians never get
into drugs. It's either women or Booze(or both). At least that's what
they show on the golden screen. Drugs are mostly forbidden territory, a
taboo not worth chasing. But drinking bottles of poison, consuming
unfathomable number of tablets(they never mention what those are, they
are either really small like homeothepic medicene or really large ones,
like rat poison) and newly introduced into the list, courtesy of Life
in a Metro: Phenyl.
And the movie would also have few item numbers
thrown in between(ok so I was wrong about this one) and because the
director wouldn't want gay activists butting in, ergo a dash of
homosexuality would have to be thrown in albeit it would HAVE to be
something like how it was projected in Page 3. You know, being caught in the act, betraying a beautiful innocent girl in the process.(Co-incidentally it happens to be Miss Sen here as well, are they hinting something here?)
As
it turned out, the movie was somewhat on those line but the director or
rather the script-writer made one thing very clear: YOU CANNOT BE HAPPY
IN A CITY.
Well even if you are, its short-lived. Because someone
will fall short of breath or semen(though not necessarily in that
order). Every two minutes feelings keep developing. And I keep
insisting that it's the music that does this is. Its been stereotyped.
Make a girl laugh, say something while looking her in the eye(with some
really sentimental music playing in the background) and eventually all
the moments will flash in her head and she'll leave her current
hubby/boyfriend/f uck-buddy and come after you, running(either on a
railway platform, road, beach etc).
This is fine.
But then
something happens. Its almost as though the script-writer is
contradicting his earlier gospel and goes against the stereotype and
makes one of the couple accept the truth. Family is important. You
can't leave your hubby(even if hes been having the best sex of his life
for the last two years and you have been getting NOTHING AT ALL). I
guess that's to show that its a man's world and that women have to
endure everything(which isn't necessarily true, though as it turns out
in most cases they have to).
One of the greatest gifts given to
women is their power to weep. Seriously you have to be a real bast*rds
if you don't sympathise with a woman who is crying, and to add to that
the background score, its a fool proof combo. For directors, this is a
steal if they capitalise on it. So even if a girl knows that she is
sleeping with the man who
- Is married with a kid
2.Is her boss
3.Will give her perks in return
she
feels that maybe someday after relentless hours of f ucking she'll
change his feelings towards her(whore) to something else(love of his
life).
The worst part is that she is successful in doing so, but
by that time someone else has come into her life because you can only
love someone who takes care of you when you being the douch e bag that
you are drinks a bottle of phenyl because your boss who was initially
humping you just to let out his stress won't love you.
So well conscience comes into play and as usual messes everything up.
Also,
the director very clearly wanted to show one simple fact. Old people
can't have sex. They can sleep in the same bad and even have a live-in
relationship but can't fornicate. Nay! That is unthinkable. But that's
discrimination don't you think? Everyone around them is getting some
and they have to kill the poor old lady(played beautifully by Nafisa
Ali) before she gets any with her boyfriend(Dharmender, oh yes it was
quite a treat watching him as well. Everytime he's day "I love you" in
his "Main tera khoon peejaonga" tone, I just couldnt help sniggering).
Eventually
they had to end the movie, so they showed that everyone is happy the
way they are, as in the respective people they were with(or without)
and that the hulla gulla should stop. It was almost like a stay-order
had been passed and no more fooling around was allowed.Otherwise, if
the story was to continue, we'd end up having 7 factorial
relationships(read elementary permutation and combination on how).
The
music was good, really good. They got these bangladeshi and kashmiri
dudes to sing. They blended it into the movie by actually casting them
as full time singers in the movie. At any given high or low, they'd
appear with their band baja(and guitar/banjo) and start singing. Kudos
to them!
