The Maanga

Avataram once wrote,

Every now and then someone comes along, so keen to change the world for the better, so intelligent, so beautiful, so devoid of guile that I find the immense cynicism with which I usually operate unnecessary, and a mark of someone less than talented.

I am not as well read and I certainly am not as self assured. Therefore, I look at the opposite end of spectrum. That is, Dilip. Who, unlike Power, shows how cynicism is a measure of relative intelligence.

In other words, I’d rather puke and feel smug.

Lack of a life is a demonstrable quantity that is measured by the quality of movies one watches over a weekend. Therefore, I watched American Gangster and My Left Foot[1]. 

Several people must have written several reviews of these movies. Though, it must be said, two decades and an ocean matter a huge deal and yet, they don’t. Somehow, story telling skill seems independent of the layer at which it’s being told. Actually, it isn’t – just that it progresses in a rather counter-intuitive way.

In other words, American Gangster makes one want to find fault. The way one blames evil corporations and rich people.

[1] – I also watched ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou’ and ‘Pyar ke side effects’. Just in case you want to give me a score.