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Blood Diamond

Written By: amodini - May• 09•07

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Leonardo di Caprio gives me the hives. And not in a good way. Apparently I was the only one who didn’t L-O-V-E “Titanic”, and I am quite unable to see his “boyish” charm (or so I have been told). Although the charm still eludes me, I did like “Blood Diamond”, and Leo in it. He acts well, displays just the right amount of recklessness and vulnerability, so much so that poor, old, unmoving me really felt for his character.

Blood Diamond takes us through the blood and gore of diamond mining in Sierra Leone, where civil war rages, and the ordinary citizen is buffeted on one hand by mercenary rebels, and on the other by an almost uncaring government. It’s the story of street-smart orphan, Danny Archer (Caprio) who is part hired gun and part diamond smuggler, hedging his bets on the shiny stones he smuggles across countries. An opportunist, he comes across the opportunity of a life-time when he meets farmer Solomon Vandy (Djimon Hounsou) in jail, and learns that Vandy has discovered a large pink diamond, and has hidden it from the rebels. To Archer that diamond is salvation, his ticket out of the South African continent and freedom from a ragged, uncertain life. But to get at it, he must help Vandy re-unite with his family and also rescue his young son Dia (Caruso Kuypers) who’s been taken by the rebels. To this end, he seeks help from reporter Maddy Brown (Jennifer Connelly) who offers her assistance in return for details from Archer on the laundering of “conflict diamonds”. And thus Archer sets out with Vandy to track down the rebels and get Dia . . .

The film is fast-paced and keeps one engrossed. There’s lot’s happening; you can safely call this an action/adventure film in it’s own right. It’s also very gory and violent, and shows quite starkly the murder of innocents at the hands of young, indoctrinated kids, who’ve been captured by the rebels and brain-washed. Leaves one squirming.

The film is strongly scripted, and the characters well-defined. Leo’s character gets the most action, since it’s basically his story. Caprio has come a long way since his “Titanic” days, and has morphed gracefully from his chocolate-boy image to stronger, more complete roles, playing them with conviction and sincerity. At the beginning of the film Archer seems a cold-blooded, selfish cad, but gradually the story brings to the fore his more redeeming qualities to make him a hero you might not see eye to eye with, but who’m you’re cheering for nevertheless. The other main character in the film – that of farmer Vandy is also played handsomely by Hounsou. Jennifer Connelly’s role in the film is marginal, but she does a good job within the limited scope and the cliched delineation of the character.

Sanctimony and violence apart, this is the kind of film I like to watch. A good yarn, strong characters, convincing acting, and non-stop action mixed in with a hint of romance and the warm, fuzzy feeling that comes from watching characters rise above themselves makes “Blood Diamond” a must watch.

KWK with the best looking couple in B’wood

Written By: amodini - May• 08•07

kwkKoffee with Karan this time had Karan, Bipasha Basu and John Abraham. Karan was his usual gossipy self (“tell me more darling”). Bipasha and John come across as a sweet couple, very easy-going and as down-to-earth as a gorgeous couple like them can be. They apparently don’t agree on anything, says Bipasha. And while she kept mock-slapping him and telling him to shut-up (Chup !), he seemed very passionate about his bikes. And he compared Bipasha physically to his ideal bike – I think it was a Yamaha R1.

Johar did the couple compatibility quiz and they passed with flying colors. And then did a segment where he asked a whole bunch of uncles and aunties about Bipasha and John. After the segment Bipasha thanked all the uncles for making her feel like a sauce (everyone said hot ! hot! hot!).

For all the physical attractiveness on that show, it was OK; no great shakes, no extra pizazz etc. It strikes you then that the gift of the gab is better than the gift of the bod.

The I in VIP

Written By: amodini - May• 07•07

vipShekhar Gupta has an excellent article in the IE. Gupta who also anchors the program “Walk the Talk” for NDTV, sounds much better in the written word than the spoken. Here he presents an effective case against the pervading VIP culture :

And, of these, nothing is more important than our rapidly proliferating VIP culture. The janata identifies anybody political — or powerful — in any way as a VIP and hates him. It can be the white ambassador with red light and two armed policemen bearing down on you at a traffic intersection, a minister accompanied by security men swinging him past airport barriers and security, his motorcade flying past, leaving your village under a pall of dust, and, most of all, people jumping queues all over the place, from airports, railway stations to hospitals.

Delhi these days seems to be full of Ministers and their egos. At airports Ministers coming through get ridiculous welcomes, garlands and hangers-on all ready to honor the important personage. Why should Ministers and their ilk get to not pay tolls, or breeze through security checks the rest of the citizens are subject to ? But then as Gupta points out, VIPdom is less about privileges and more about status.

BUT VIP-hood is not so much a matter of avoiding inconvenience as of flaunting status. What is the point of becoming a minister if I am taken so lightly that even a CISF sub-inspector can give me a pat down?
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This is because VIP culture is not so much about freebies, convenience or perks as about pomposity of rank. It is to tell the janata who their new royalty is, and who matters in this country and who (the fare-paying citizen) doesn’t.

It seems ridiculous to me that in a country which is so concerned with the “aam aadmi” , that the very term VIP (Very Important Person) still exists, and was not abolished along with the princes and their privy purses.

Alec Baldwin’s “thoughtless” episode

Written By: amodini - Apr• 26•07

Heather Havrilesky has an interesting take on Alec Baldwin’s “thoughtless little pig” episode at Salon.com . She writes :

“Rude, thoughtless little pig” was mild talk in my family, the kind of thing you might hear when you forgot to take out the trash. For a few years when my older brother was in high school and looked just like Funky Winkerbean, my dad couldn’t address him without using the word “weirdo,” as in “Stop being such a weirdo and play a sport or something.

Her family sounds just like mine. My parents didn’t hesitate to tell us when we were being snotty-faced, and I’m none the worse for it. On the contrary, knowing that I would get taken to task when I crossed the line, did me much good. Do I think that they were being abusive ? No – they were doing everything in their power to help me differentiate right from wrong. And if that meant telling me off, then so be it. Hearing me called foolish, when I was being foolish, did me no harm.

And while I with my “modern” views (my “old-fashioned” Mom wouldn’t blink an eyelid) might blanch at recording this kind of a vehement message on a kid’s voice mail, it’s apparently pretty clear that Baldwin loves his kid, and did what he did in a temper (and hopefully doesn’t make a habit of it). Parents are people too. Who are we to be so holier-than-thou ? Are there not enough “real” child abuse cases in this country (and the rest of the world) to be railed at ?

Judging from the stuff I read on the Internet, everyone’s in a tizzy about Baldwin’s name-calling. Blown way, way out of proportion. And I haven’t heard it debated in desi circles. At all. Frankly, a non-issue. And let’s face it, even if your parents spoke in hushed please-and-thank-yous around you as a child, you think the rest of the world will be just as politically correct ? There’s lots out there that can damage a kid more than being called “a thoughless little pig”. And while it may be nasty to hear, there are probably far more potentially danger causing issues to be discussed.

Like gun control.

Rape : An April Fool’s Joke ?

Written By: amodini - Apr• 26•07

Going through the posts at feministing.com , this one made my eyes nearly pop out of my head.It has 4 college boys holding up a poster for an “Intramural Rape League” . Besides the fact that this is an unbelievably atrocious idea, I can’t imagine that there were sane people around who went along with it. Someone agreed to print that poster ? Someone agreed to print that crap in a University paper ?

Read the original article here.

Bachchan TV : Are you bored yet ?

Written By: amodini - Apr• 23•07

gates2On the TV I see big, solid GATES. A few moments pass by, but the picture is unwavering. Still the same GATES. GATES which open and close, leaving me with glimpses of a few, well-dressed people, gathered inside. The camera slowly pans over the large GATES, searching for some orifice, through which to peer. A few minutes pass, and we have some audio now. The newsperson (I am assuming that it is a newsperson who has the time to stand around and watch GATES open and close) tells us that Sushmita Sen is entering. I can’t see her. All I can see is those dratted GATES. Oh, wait, oh wait, is Kajol there too ? And Ajay Devgun ? I can barely contain my excitement ! I can’t see her (but never mind). These revelations have sent my hearbeat racing. The TRP’s must be going through the roof at the sight of those now familiar GATES.

Oh, such entertainging television this ! Who would have thought that television footage starring big, solid GATES could be so exciting ? A whole movie, minutes and minutes of it starring THE GATES ? Those TALL, DARK, HANDSOME GATES ? I anticipate juicy details – how and when THE GATES open and close, who they let in and who they let out, what they contain ! What are their lives like; is there sorrow, is ther joy ? Do they celebrate with the Bachchan’s in their big moment of joy ? Did Abhishek baba as a boy, swing from these very GATES ? I am sure that THE GATES of the Bachchan mansion will spill all since their owners have been so very un-forthcoming, and we the plebian TV watching folk will have to satisfy ourselves with the saga of THE BACHCHAN GATES, instead of the Bachchan’s themselves. There is no lack of big, opague GATES in Mumbai – why don’t the TV channels stand outside more GATES more often ?

So, what exactly is going on ? Is this some new life-changing experience being documented for eternity on television ? Some new form of Nirvana to be achieved by whilig away the day outside big brown (or black), large, opaque GATES trying to get glimpses of the chosen few ? If you haven’t guessed already, this is the spectacle of the Abhishek-Aishwarya wedding being telecast over television, and beamed halfway across the world, to chai-sipping, desi folk like me. And lest you misunderstand, the wedding isn’t actually going live on television, rather it’s our voyeuristic anticipation of it that it. While the Bachchan family insist that it is a small, private affair, (and get 9 bus-loads of baraatis to prove it), the media is just as determined to make it a public one. Thus, mediapersons and their cameras hang around all day (and all night ?) like hungry dogs waiting around to be thrown a bone.

We hear a ball-by-ball account of the goings-on outside the gate. Ofcourse since this is a private affair, no-one is allowed inside. Every time the gate opens, and closes we know. The faces of the security guards standing outside the Bachchan bungalow are now so familiar, I could probably identify them out of vast crowds. The 9 buses which will contain the baraatis are loading up now, we are told. Sure enough, outside THE GATES, curtained, air-conditioned buses draw up, and corpulent, silk-swathed Punjabi aunties with high BMIs, and uncles in pagdis start boarding.

gates3The next day I switch channels to Star News to see more intriguing footage. A flower bedecked car, at the head of a long cavalcade of expensive imported cars, is vending it’s way down a narrow road. People and camera-weilding persons on foot, run alongside, peeering in through the car windows, and the windshield. The car makes agonizingly, slow progress. The voice-over tells me this is Aishwarya’s bidaai, and Amitabh Bachchan and Co. are driving their new bahu home. I fear that that the speed at which they are going, it’s going to take all day. I switch off the TV, turn over and go back to sleep. I’ll check back tomorrow – they should have reached by then.

The Holiday

Written By: amodini - Apr• 17•07

holidayThis film could be classified as a chick-flick because it’s based upon the romantic lives of two contemporary women, one American (Amanda – a wholly American looking Cameron Diaz) and one British (Iris – a dark-haired and considerably slimmed down Kate Winslet). Amanda is the very rich Hollywood based movie-trailer producer with her very own swank Hollywood mansion, while Iris is a comparitively mormal newspaper writer. Amanda needs to get away post a breakup with her unfaithful boyfriend – who’m she promptly kicks out of her mansion. Iris needs a break from her toxic relationship with a co-worker who is marrying someone else but needs Iris on-the-side. Thus Iris gets treated like yesterday’s left-overs by the cad but yet has not the strength to break away from him.

Nirvana seems to be in sight when Amanda spies Iris’s beautiful country cottage on a home-exchange program on the Internet, and the women agree to swap homes for the next 2 weeks. So, Iris comes to LA and Amanda’s reaches snowy Surrey, and we are left to find out whether either of the women find what they are looking for. Not that that’s ever in doubt – chick-flick remember ?

I’d expected a romantic tale and I got two. Only they were a bit too sappy and had too many “theatrical” dialogues to sound real. There are sweet spots I admit, but for the most part, I could predict where the sugar sweetness would begin to spill out in the form of a background song. Yes we know there will be happy endings, but would it hurt to surprise us once in a while ? The film moved pretty snappily in the beginning but really dragged around the middle. Could have been a lot shorter than it’s tedious 135 minutes.

Diaz and Jude Law make a good pair. Cameron and Kate both act beautifully, with Winslet really playing her way into our sympathetic hearts. And while I do think Winslet a bit horsy-faced for a mainstream Hollywood heroine, what gets me truly indignant is Jack Black paired opposite her. I mean Jack Black ? Of all the handsome men in Hollywood, Nancy Meyers puts in Jack Black as one of the romantic leads in a chick-flick ? Do you want to attract the female demographic or do you want to drive them away ? I am dumb-founded.

The story-line treads a safe and predictable path, and while Amanda’s love-tale seems to fit right in, Iris’sThe Holiday arrangement with Miles seems more contrived – I wouldn’t have thought it strong enough to make it into this kind of a “romantic” film. The movie itself is fairly average with not-so-sharp editing and a penchant for making movie moments which don’t happen. Still it’s considerably shored up by Kate’s charm and Cameron’s infectious energy, and if you watch it it’ll have to be for these two.

You immoral, me violent

Written By: amodini - Apr• 16•07

shilpagereImmorality strikes again. The culture brigade is out is full-force. The threat to good old Indian values looms large. On TV, I witness men dressed in white burning effigies of Shilpa Shetty and Richard Gere. The men seem enthusistic, even gleeful at their task. Somewhere nearby (I presume) because the camera pans to her, Shetty stands by with actor Shiney Ahuja on the sets of her film Metro as the Shiv Sainiks bring the shooting to a temporary halt. While on an AIDs Awareness project “Seena Taan Ke”, Gere had apparently kissed Shetty to drive home the point that AIDS/HIV does not spread via kissing or casual contact. But really who cares about HIV, adult choices, or whether it’s nobody’s business other than the parties involved in the kissing, when it’s a question of saving precious culture ?

Another story, same day : Hindu Rashtriya Sena members ransack Star News offices in Mumbai to protest (??) Star News reporting a story on a Hindu girl and her Muslim boyfriend. The camera pans on broken car wind-shields, and windows. Lots of people milling around. General hubbub.

“About 40 to 50 men wielding hammers came into the reception area and started smashing window panes,” said Yash Khanna, the head of communications at Star.

When asked by an NDTV anchor, on TV, on what the police would do to punish the perpetrators of the crime, the spokesperson from Star (and I’m not sure if it was Khanna) said that in his opinion the police would do what they always did – nothing.

Both these reports I heard and watched first via NDTV this morning, and I presume so did many other desis, all around the world. If I didn’t know any better, on seeing all this blatant mockery of law and order, I’d think that India was a hotbed of intolerance and crime. That no normal life could go on where the policing authorities commanded such little respect or faith. Where the state has such little gumption that any group of people could ransack public/private property, and openly declare their bigoted views, and perpetuate violence against people who thought differently.

How dispiriting is it to see (and for me, so far away) to see people break/burn public and private property, seemingly happy and enthusiastic, and apparently unafraid of getting caught or of even minor repercussions ! How dispiriting is it to hear the victim of a crime say that he believes the police will do nothing ? It is the death of national pride (and pride in any nation) to see miscreants and abusers of the law roam free and unafraid – on TV no less. Are laws only for the lawful ?

Crimes happen everywhere. Intolerance is wide-spread. But it is when criminal activity goes unpunished that faith in the system nosedives. The solution isn’t hard, if one wishes to implement it. It won’t take a huge addition to the police force to do it either. Justice is remembered by how and when it is implemented. You don’t have to be at the receiving end of the stick to know how it feels. Justice is easily implemented by example :

Catch a few of the goons who indulged in a widely-reported criminal activity. Punish them publicly. Publicize the implementation. Follow through. Prosecute, prosecute, prosecute – thoroughly. Make them pay. Make it hurt. Let the punishment suit the crime. Publicize, publicize, publicize – widely. Repeat exercise if anyone else tries the criminal activity again. Repeat again if necessary. After a few cycles, repetition won’t be necessary.

The Pursuit of Happyness

Written By: amodini - Apr• 02•07

poh Looking at the poster with Will Smith looking all beatific, and Smith junior looking fairly pleased too, one might think this a “happy” film. But “The Pursuit of Happiness” is one of those sad, sad movies which make life seem like a tightrope walking exercise – one misstep and you fall down into the dumps. I don’t regret watching the film – it was engrossing , but it was also torturous (as was Babel), seeing the protagonist trying so, so hard and yet coming up with one bad day after another. Yes, there is a happy ending, a moment of triumph, but it is so fleetingly small, as compared to the length of the movie, that it failed to give me the feel-good buzz I’d been hoping for. Based on the real-life inspirational story of stock-broker Chris Gardner, the film takes us on a short tour of Gardner’s travails when he’s stranded with an unwise decision to invest in expensive bone density scanners and an inability to sell them, thus leaving him in dire economic straits with a wife who works double shifts at a waitressing job and a small son. The wife (Thandie Newton, who was also in “Crash”) finally leaves Chris after a tussle over the son’s custody and moves to New York.

Gardner meanwhile is almost down and out when he decides to try out for a 6 month internship with the brokerage firm Dean Witter. The 6 months are a struggle because besides being unpaid, the internship promises only one out of the 20 interns a job, and Chris must stretch himself very, very thin to accommodate his work, son, and the many unpaid parking tickets, and taxes which land him temporarily in jail and bankruptcy. So Chris and little Christopher must live in homeless shelters and once even in a BART public bathroom, Chris all the while ensuring that his peers at Dean Witter are unaware of his homelessness and dire financial straits.

Will Smith acts beautifully as the tenacious Chris Gardner and Jaden Smith (the real life son of Smith) as Christopher is sweet and natural – a child not understanding the specific circumstances of homelessness, but realizing that his father is a “good papa”. Thandie Newton as Chris’s wife Linda, shown doing scut work to tide the family over it’s financial struggle, is stressed and shrill with the pressure, and I really felt for her – she really did seem to be taking the brunt while her husband tried unsuccessfully to be a salesman. Newton was very realistic in her portrayal of Linda, and in some reviews on the Net I read her character as shrill and screechy, and I’m wondering how else a woman under those circumstances is supposed to behave – sweetly smiling and saintly ? The commonsense media review is simplistic in it’s summation of the situation – in particular it has this to say under “message – social behavior” :

Perpetually irritated mom abandons her son; noble father dotes on son and is dedicated to taking care of him.

Shashi Tharoor : Sari fate ?

Written By: amodini - Mar• 29•07

 photo Shashi_Tharoor_zps6ae8169e.pngOne always assumes that people who’ve achieved some eminence, some significant perch in life, will think with their brains and not their patriarchal hearts. Apparently not. In his article for the TOI Shashi Tharoor writes on the disappearance of the sari:

“So why has this masterpiece of feminine attire begun fading from our streets? On recent visits home to India I have begun to notice fewer and fewer saris in our public places, and practically none in the workplace. The salwar kameez, the trouser and even the Western dress-suit have begun to supplant it everywhere. And this is not just a northern phenomenon, the result of the increasing dominance of our culture by Punjabi-ised folk who think nothing of giving masculine names to their daughters.”

He asks WHY ? Maybe because the resident Indian superwoman who works, manages her household and helps rear the kids, and is soooooo stretched for time, is someone like me – the kind that requires at least 4 safety pins and 30 minutes per sari ? Maybe because in her commute in the local train/bus and the melee that is nowdays called traffic, a salwar kameez is more practical ? And OUCH ! besides all the other crap, Tharoor’s throwing in a nasty dig at Punjabi folk ! Oh yeah, we love that Bhangra, but this Punjabi cross-naming habit ! Tch, tch.

In his entire article, there is not a word lamenting the demise of the dhoti, mundu, lungi, or any male garment. What, don’t miss the lungi, Mr. Tharoor ? No tears for the dhoti ? Is the Sherwani not totally exotic now – seen only at weddings and such ? How many men exactly do you see wearing salwar-kameezes (the masculine version) or the pajama-kurta or the churidaar and bandgala ? It’s only the women who “aren’t wearing the alluring, 5-6 yard garment”. Sob.

He writes further :

“I think this is actually a great pity. One of the remarkable aspects of Indian modernity has always been its unwillingness to disown the past; from our nationalists and reformers onwards, we have always asserted that Indians can be modern in ancient garb. “

Most desi women know what Mr. Tharoor can do with his “pity”. And when he speaks of “Indians” being modern in ancient garb, I assume he means women ? Because there’s nary a mention of men, or the pants they wear.

More wondrous prose :

“Today, I wonder if I’ve been too complacent. What will happen once the generation of women who grew up routinely wearing a sari every day dies out? The warning signs are all around us now. It would be sad indeed if, like the Japanese kimono, the sari becomes a rare and exotic garment in its own land, worn only to temples and weddings. Perhaps it’s time to appeal to the women of India to save the sari from a sorry fate. ”

Hmm, he’s not only being complacent, he’s also being dumb. Once the generation of women who grew up routinely wearing a sari every day dies out, they’ll be replaced by Tharoor’s counterparts – the kind that wear business suits to all public places – just like he does. I do love the sari (and wear it about once a year), and sometimes worry about the scarcity of the ones I see worn, when I travel back to India, but idiotic articles like Tharoor’s make no sense. He not only lacks a balanced view but seems to forget little things called evolution, choice, practicality and yardage. In their changing roles, women will opt for comfortable and practical choices when they see them. Besides which it’s not very pleasant getting eve-teased in a bus, when wearing a sari.

Besides pandering to the “male gaze” – “Women looked good in a sari” (reason enough ?) Tharoor reaffirms the patriarchal notion that women are responsible for upholding “culture”. If it’s culture he’s so bothered about, I’d think there’s a whole Pandora’s box to open here, without dumping on the women. There are lots of reasons Indian culture is where it is today and it’s got nothing to do with the sari (or the women).