Freedom Writers

director: Richard LaGravense
it was 1994
i imagine myself as a student at room no 203, Woodrow Wilson school, long beach ,California...(there was already enough diversity ... africoamericans, Vietnamese, Cambodians, Latinos... an Indian boy will add the spice to the multitude, i think)
as the result of tropical sun burnt skin, i had the permanent black eye due to that white rowdy gang...
at the continuous drill of humiliation, my senses has learnt to close within themselves...
i was just an another inattentive kid, with a vacant stare through the window...
the guy sat next to me always had a pistol inserted next to his cock... and guy at my back had this drooping eyes,may be the cocaine instead of saliva drool from his mouth...
and the gal in front of had this constant grudge that the jail where she were in was lot better than this class room...
and now you know how nice bunch of kids we are...
I hated Erin Gruwell (Hilary Swank), at the first sight... with that all white skin, with that all that tidy dressings and with that most irritating.. all white smile!
like those saintly angelic teachers who jumps from sky in movies to play saviour to the spoilt teen age kids..
"its not movie... Erin Gruwell, its real life... don't play that stupid part of priestly teacher" i wanted to scream at her...
at one point not withstanding our collective indifference and lack of will to head to any of her words... in an authoritative way she demanded some respect...
"why i have to respect somebody of whom i don't know a shit about"... some one blurted out, exactly the word i wanted to ask her... she went quiet!
It all started with caricature drawn mocking Sharaud... a black guy who was the main man behind most of the commotions in the class room...
when whole class was giggling at him... nobody expected Erin would jump into his defense...
Caricature like this had lead to the gruesome holocaust.. she said....
holocaust.... what the damn meant by holocaust?
only that stupid blond raised his hand, when she asked those in the class who really knows the meaning of holocaust...
she funded and took us a tour to the "Museum of tolerance"...
first time i came to know, the scars all along the history caused by this double edged knife... intolerance!
i was moved... i was moved further when she gave a note book to me and all others in class and asked as to write in it about our lives...
i poured all the staked pains into the papers and submitted it to her...
next time when she addressed me... i could feel she had read every word of mine with utmost sincerity... there at last a soul to take a bit interest in my life...
at that time i didn't know every words we wrote will be published...
she put her own money funding it(to make the end meet she worked in two other part time jobs and the sad part was his husband divorced her as he felt she was no more spending enough time with him)
now you all know the famous book named The Freedom Writers Diary – How a Teacher and 150 Teens Used Writing to Change Themselves and the World Around Them.
i am a hero now... but who would have thought dumb boy who was aloof constantly staring out of the window detached from all the proceedings from class would end up a hero...
if i say Erin wrote the script for me and 149 other heroes... wont you give her the Oscars blindly?
my marks: 40 out of 100

The pursuit of happyness

director: Gabriele Muccino
Don't think i misspelt happiness...
may be the title indicates we are all in a pursuit of misspelt happiness...
Chris Gardner (Will smith)is one such...
While he poses for the camera with his wife Linda(Thandie newton) with his newly bought piled up densitometers at the start of his new life as sales man... he doesn't realise that his big smile is a mistake...
its hard to sell the machine which shows slightly denser picture than x ray but for double the price... San Fransisco doctors are smart enough to not buy his words and his machines...
as that schizo who is in constant run after this machines mistaking it for a time machine... Gardner is in constant run in the pursuit of happyness... masterly eluding mi spelt happiness!
he loses his car... (as there is no money to pay parking bills)...he loses his wife(there are other bills too.. isn't it?)he loses his house (actually its not his house but rented without rent for past six months)he loses his friend...(at the desperate financial crisis 14 dollars worth more than a friend ... isnt it?)
but he is determined not to loose the two things he love most... his son Christopher(truly his son Jaden Christopher smith) and the pursuit of happyness (bear with me... i promise you i will not repeat the title again)
he wanna become a stock broker...
i could hear you are laughing loudly...
a man without home and without a good schooling.... a stock broker...
some are asking mockingly like is wife Linda... why cant he become an astronaut....
i wanna tell you folks... there is a space for fairy tale in real life (this is a true story)...
and the time has this invisible wand... it moves it pieces silently... and the things we think only happens in dreams may happen in our life...
if you have the determination of the Gardner...
and if you save a bit wit even at the most desperate situations... like say attending your most important interview of your life without your shirts on...
there is surely a place for fairy tales in your life...
some say this is a depressing movie... some say this is a mere tear jerk er...
and i want to say to those some who are not moved at the final moment where Gardner merges into the 1981 San Fransisco street crowd overwhelmed with happiness...
let they soak their heart in a vinegar to make it little more tender...
Will Smith sparkles... and thanks to the DNA that are perfectly transcript ed, master smith sparkles too here and there...
My marks: 50 out of 100

apocalypto

apocalypto... another film from Mel Gibson that runs in a language extinct long before( if u care the name of the language is yucatec... a Mayan dialect) , the only point where it collide with his previous film "passion of the Christ"... otherwise its yet an another bouncer from Mel Gibson... which leaves both the critics and the other time pass movie watchers

bewildered...

bewildered... that's the correct word... the critic may find it comfortable to thrash it out as Mel Gibson took the liberty to deviate a lot from the (idiotic) historic accuracies...

the routine film goers also may find it difficult to digest the gore blood sheds and also the erratic way the screen play travels...

according to me this movie is a master piece...

Master pieces never meets the expectation, but deliver something extremely unexpected...

to put the story simple...Jaguar Paw(Rudy Young blood) a tribal of a small Mayan community was captured by savage Mayan warriors who enslaves all the men to sell them to priest from human sacrifice...(the sacrifice was a very simple procedure... after chanting some mantras priest will cut the heart out and then will behead the dead body...just for a head count, anyway you cant blame Mel... history confirms there was similar practice in Mayans)... before being captured he hid his pregnant wife and his kid in a deep hole promising them that he will come back to save them...

anybody who wanna to take lesson how to shoot a continuous action sequence extending more than an hour without slightly lagging in pace, without being slightly predictable and to put every frame visually stunning... they have to watch this film again and again and again...

and another high point of the movie is the Mexican actress Dalia Hernandez, who plays the wife of Jaguar paw... she is quiet beautiful and strangely she can act too... she make her debut in this film...mm mm... really i should watch her closely, how she moves from here... after an lucky high octane launch pad!

my marks: 56 out of 100

Vanilla sky

in my dreams my sky is vanilla...
when the sky is vanilla she loves me... she stares at my handsome face... and her lips have this eternal itch to linger on mine...
there were days when she kissed me when the sky is blue too... the kisses she use to employ to suck me out from me and to fill the space with love...
but today... when the sky is blue she moves away from me... she is more embarrased to be embraced... her legs eagerly waiting to run away from me...
the memories of the kisses still sucks me out from but whats their to fill up the space...
i am just an empty man without a face...
ya... without the face...
i never cared for my face... i always thought she loves me not my face...
but girls love faces... they want a face of the lovers in thier hand bags... they want to show it off to thier friends ,thier proud possesion... the face with success written all over it...
like a horrid tatoo i had this success written all over my face... all over my eyes , lips , tip of my nose and all the other parts she kissed!its more pain now than during tatooing... to know that all the passion in her kisses were addressed to tatoos not to me...
i have a mask to hide...
i have to fill the empty space in me with vanilla sky...
under this sky i have this face back... tatoos back... and i could feel her breath trying to wake up one of my tatoo back to life...
i say myself... she loves me not my face... i take all the strain to paint this lie a true a real real real true...
even though there is something missing when she kisses me under vanilla sky...
i know this truth... its better to cheat yourself than let others...
when real sky sucks whats wrong in painting your sky vanilla?

Contact

To experience god ... they should make love....
they... who are they?... whats the point in standing showing their backs to each other... whats the point in being suspicious of the other...
why cant he turn back and touch her shoulder gently...
why cant she loosen her intellectual adamencies through a smile...
why cant he look into her eyes and kiss her...
why cant she let him do it... why cant she throw herself into his arms with utmost belief...
let the griding sound leaking down from the other part of the universe through her newly invented hi fi anteenas may be their aphrodisiac...
let they not waste time in propagating to this foolish world about the logic behind their love...
let they retire in to deep darkness,absolute lonliness... only having each other to explore...
let he search it all over her... let she let him....
let they make love ... and give birth to god...
let they rise Him secretly... when the whole world is searching Him... let He play in the garden under bright sunlight... under the watchful eyes of His dad with His tender loving mother...
he... the spritualism, she... the science!!!

A.I

Intelligence could be artificial but what about love?
The little boy locked in the helicopter believes the blue fairy in front of him... and chants his mantra 'i want to become a real boy'
he goes on with his eternal chanting and blue fairy goes on with her eternal smile... cold frozen eternal smile trying meekly to cover up the fact its not possible to give a soul to a robo than a heart...
i have this haunting recurrent dream... moving amidst mist to the home of my creator... to ask him why i am robotic most of the time and where is the manufacturing defect and to ask this question too.."can i become a real man?"
but i see Him on work, sculpturing a new man... the appearance of that man pinches the soul in me hurting hard...
it resembles me in every way...
there is nothing unique about me... i am just an anothet product... a failed model....
i develop a deep hatred for him...
if god fails us where could we turn to...
what should we do with out faith?
i just fall with my bike from the top of a cliff... into the sea below...
i go deep down there...
i could hear the robo boy's divine chanting...
i move towards the helicopter... i knock the door...
teddy bear opens it for me... i take the next seat to the boy's with the teddy on my lap...
i look straight into the eye of blue fairy in floating in front of me...
she has this smile that kinders a faith... she has this pose that she may grant any wish...
i join the chanting with boy... 'i want to become a real man'
after god failed me... i have no idea what the word 'real' means...
but i want this hope...
i want this fairy's smile...
let she not grant what i wanted ever...
but whats wrong in faith continuing as long as her smile???

Forrest gump

Idiocy is a relative term....
may be john lennon is wondering how could this moron occupied the celebrity seat on par with him?
may be he himself doesnt realize about the extent of his idiocy in breaking down the band of the century to satisfy a woman...
Is Forrest gump an idiot...
may be... then why he still loves that slut , not trying to forget his sweet childhood memories with her...
then why he ran back to save his general risking his own life against his wish as he wants to die as a war hero then to roam in american streets as a pathetic handicap...
ya... surely he is an idiot... but could anyone resist the sweetness in his idiocies...
have those high circuited brain containers christined as software moghuls smiled more than those mentally challenged down syndrome babies?
how about comparing those brainy womanisers who crafted the art of drinking nector without carrying pollens... then those idiotic tender heart lover who smiles at her mirror image in his broken heart?
how about those american brainy moves of encroaching this world... and indian idiocy of allowing everybody in?
in my idiotic lucid intervals i know the comfort behind it....
if this heart learns to love for no returns... you dont need to flex your brain extra hours to ooze out happiness...
Forrest Gump may have only half an I,Q of you... but you have a lot to learn from him!!!