Movie reviews

Its been sometime since I posted about movies. I have a long list of movies which I have seen in the past two-three weeks. Here they are:

Meet the parents (2002): Great movie with a strong script and first-class dialogues. Robert De Niro was fabulous, so was Ben Stiller. I would have enjoyed this movie more if I hadn’t watched the Hindi remake of this movie "Mujhse Shaadi Karogi" (though its not an exact copy, most of it is).

Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind (2004): Awesome movie!! I am short of words on this one. The movie has a beautiful concept, which blew me away. Jim Carrey and Kate Winslet have done justice to the script. It’s rated at 8.5 at IMDB. Warning: Not everyone may like this movie since it’s different. (One of my friend's has rated this one slow and boring).

Being Cyrus (2005): This is a good movie with a fine plot and a nearly perfect cast. The only downside is that you may find the movie a bit slow at times. But since the movie is only 90 minutes long, you tend to overlook that aspect. All actors have a done a good job. Boman Irani and Naseeruddin Shah were the best of the lot.

A Wednesday (2008): Awesome movie with a common plot (shown in a novel style) any a very strong cast. Anupam Kher and Naseeruddin Shah are awesome. The movie is racy and keeps you guessing what’s going to happen next. The end is wonderful and unpredictable. I also liked Jimmy Shergill's character as Arif. Deepal Shaw sucked though.

Schindler's list (1993): A classic Oscar winning movie which happens to be a true story of a German, Mr.Oskar Schindler who saved the lives of more than a thousand Jews working under him in his factory during Hitler's regime. The movie is over three hours long and a bit slow at times, but the simplicity of the movie forces you to ignore this. Its an excellent movie in my opinion.

Aamir (2008): The movie of a man who proves himself as Aamir (Commnader). The movie is racy and keeps you guessing. The movie is very realistic and has a good background score. Rajeev Khandelwal has done a good job. It’s worth a watch.

Get Smart (2008): I had heard a lot about this one. It turned out to be good but not excellent. Steve Carell was good as usual. There was nothing extraordinary in the movie to write about.

Malibu's most wanted (2003): Downloaded this one because of Kal Penn. But sadly he has only a few minutes of screen presence. The story is OK and this movie can be watched once (only if you have got no choice). The performance by Taye Diggs is awesome though.

Bachelor Party Vegas (2006): Downloaded this one too because of Kal Penn. It’s a shitty movie which can be skipped. Please don’t watch this one!!

C Kompany (2008): Bakwaas!!

Sketch-2

Another successful weekend sketch. Apologies again for the snap quality. I am not confident yet to draw the face.

Making an effort!

Over a period of two years my office bag had grown heavier. Usually my interaction with my beloved bag is restricted to me thrusting my hand inside to search for a specific item. My fingers encounter innumerable items (which i subconsciously ignore), between which lies hidden, the thing I am searching for.
Yesterday, I finally decided to check out what had made my bag heavier. When I emptied the contents of the bag on my bed, I was pleasantly surprised to see things that I had unknowingly been carrying with myself everyday. Here is a list of the items that I had no clue about. A packet of Eno, a lighter (I have quit smoking almost a year back), some bills (dating from 2006 to now), a strip of some medicine (I am still not able to place when and why I had bought this strip), lots of movie tickets, lots of Volvo bus receipts, three broken pens, an eraser (????), lot of mints (mentos, chlormint, mintofresh, etc), lots of posts (some of them not opened yet), lots of waste printouts (study material of things I know pretty well now), some polythene bags (???), a Sony phone charger (I am using a Samsung cell since two years), lots of keys (still figuring out where they fit), a lot of visiting cards (of unknown people, whom I have met and forgotten), two doctor prescriptions, lots of ATM machine receipts and my long lost office ID card.
I have disposed of most of the unwanted stuff from my bag. The bag is lighter now.

I wish it was as easy to get rid of the countless, unnecessary, unwanted stuff stored in the mind. Things that we carry inside ourselves unknowingly. Things that we don’t need any longer, but they are there, weighing us down. Cleansing of the mind is difficult indeed!!

Sketch-1

I made this sketch over the weekend. It feels good to get back to my school time hobby (thanks to Rock On for showing me the way). The sketch is actually not as bad as it looks in this snap. If I stick to my plans, you will see some more sketches in the coming days.

Preparing for PCOM

It’s a public holiday (and a dry day too). I am at a public library trying to study for my exam the next day. The subject is PCOM and I have just managed to get some notes from a nerd in my class. I have just reached the library after photocopying the notes and I am scanning them. I am clueless about the subject but I am determined. Thankfully I don’t have a cell phone, so my only distraction at the moment is the pack of cigarettes in my jeans pocket, which compels me to take a break after every sixty minutes. First sixty minutes go by and I am sweating. The subject is tougher than it looks. I go down for a smoke and buy a Jigar’s (compilation of the last five years PCOM question papers).

I am back in the library now and am making a list of the chapters to skip. Precisely at this moment, two guys walk in. Unlike other people coming to the library these guys aren’t carrying any books. They look left and right after entering the library hall and slowly make their way to my table. They come to a stop right in front of me. I look up and see two grinning faces. Before I can speak anything or protest, one of them starts gathering my notes and shoving into my bag. The other puts his hand around my shoulder and leads me outside.

I am pushed in the back seat of a santro despite my protests. I am smuggled into a building which stands next to the building where I stay. I am pushed inside a flat on the third floor. Heavy music is started on a Sony CD player and I can see an unopened Teacher’s Scotch bottle on the table. There are three empty glasses and a couple of cigarette packets on the floor. The bottle is opened and three pegs of equal quantity to the drop are poured in the glasses. I am still protesting, but no ones paying any attention to my ranting. After a loud cheer, the glasses are raised in the air. A tinkling sound and zap…the scotch is gone. The warmth spreads slowly from my throat to my stomach. I light a cigarette, stop protesting and pour the second round.

Two hours later, the bottle is empty and we are high. We are swaying to Coal Chamber and there is thick smoke in the room now. The exam is forgotten, and the concern now is how to procure more scotch. Strangely one of the guys is still in a condition to drive. He always is. It surprises me. You give him ten pegs, he will still drive as well as he drives when he is not drunk. So, this guy drives and we search for scotch. After a couple of minutes, a couple of miles and a lot of swearing later, we finally get what we want. We are back to the flat and the second bottle is opened. I don’t remember when I pass out.

When I get up, it’s dark outside. I check my watch and it shows the time as 7:30. I have a terrible headache. I go to the wash room and pour some cold water on my face. The water stings my face and it feels good. I wipe my face and light a cigarette. There is a bag lying on the sofa. It looks like my bag. I open it and some papers fall out. I turn on the lights of the room and suddenly it hits me. I have an exam tomorrow. I am screwed. I hurriedly make my way to my home. My mom thinks that I am back from the library and makes me tea. The TV is on and my brother is scanning through the channels. He stops at a particular channel. The screen shows a Bagpiper whisky bottle. I feel the bile rise to my throat and I turn my face away in disgust.

The tea works wonders and I finally start studying. One chapter is done by 9 and there are seven more to go. At this moment, the lights go out. I swear out aloud. Even the Gods are against me. I wait for an hour but the power is still out. You can’t fight fate. I remember a childhood story in which a boy had kept a book under his pillow before an exam and the next day he knew everything from the book. Instinctively I bury the notes under my pillow and go to sleep.

Next morning when I wake up, the power is still not back. Within a few seconds I realize that the childhood story trick hasn’t worked. I have in fact forgotten the only chapter that I had studied. The exam is at two in the afternoon. I shower, have breakfast and start studying. By lunch time, I am done with three chapters. I know I am going to fail, but somehow I don’t want to fail miserably. A twenty would be better than zero. I go and write the exam. I am out in half the allotted time. I calculate and find out that I have written 42 marks worth answers. I light a cigarette and decide to accept my fate. I am going to fail, because of my own dumbness and because of my free spirited friends.

Three months later, the results are out. The results are pasted on a wall. I am not concerned about my result. I am only worried about my score in PCOM. As I make my way to towards the wall, I am humming “Another brick in the wall”. I search for my roll number. I find it and check that PCOM is the third in the list of subjects. I start going through the row. My name….46 in the first subject…….51 in the second….42 in the third. I smile. Childhood stories do come true sometimes.


P.S: I want to thank my two friends, without whom this story would not have been a part of my life.

Crossroads

He was confused. It was worse than he had imagined. How could his life land up in such a tight spot? The solution to the problem he faced now would decide his fate.

He had broken up with the love of his life two years back. It had taken most of the two years to recuperate. It had been difficult, but where there is a will there is a way. He had disciplined himself to concentrate on other things in life. He had spent long hours in office on the weekdays. He had followed his hobbies on the weekends. He had kept himself occupied. Slowly but steadily he had come out of the depression that had resulted from the breakup.

Six months back, he had finally given in to his parent’s demands. He had agreed to an arranged marriage. The process had been initiated and his parents had started looking for a suitable match for him. Though his heart wasn’t into it, he had decided to approach this venture with full sincerity. Finally last month he had met the female he felt would be right for him. She wasn’t anything remotely close to his ex-girlfriend (Why the heck did he still compare???) But she was decent looking, from a good family and seemed intellectually equipped (much better than the last two females he had rejected.) Though he wasn’t sure, he had given his consent. The engagement date was fixed. The ceremony was now four days away.

It was just a week after his engagement when the unthinkable happened. He had fallen in love again. He had met her at a common friend’s party. They had connected together fantastically. Strangely he hadn’t compared her to his Ex. Within a week they were the best of friends. They had so much in common, that it would be a pity if he let her go from his life. Following his heart, he had proposed to her and she had agreed. He had to now break the news to his parents. He knew that this would come as a big blow to them. But in hearts of hearts he knew that they would give in. All they wanted was for him to be happy.

He had finally summoned up the courage to speak to them. The day before he was going to speak to them, life played another prank on him. His Ex had called up and asked him to meet her. She was in town and she wanted to meet him. He gave in too easily for reasons unknown even to himself. When they met that evening, the long lost memories came flooding back. Before he could update her on his life, she started talking about hers. She had started with how sorely she missed him and about how she had taken some wrong decisions in the past year. She explained to him that the failures she had faced on the personal and professional front had made her realize her mistakes. Finally she expressed her desire to get back together. He had somehow decided not to update her on his life and asked for some time.

So, here he was! All jumbled up! In a mess!

What would you do, if you were him?

Fade to black

Life it seems, will fade away

Drifting further every day

Getting lost within myself

Nothing matters no one else

I have lost the will to live

Simply nothing more to give

There is nothing more for me

Need the end to set me free

Things not what they used to be

Missing one inside of me

Deathly lost, this Can t be real

Cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness taking dawn

I was me, but now he 's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late

Now, I can't think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed

Death Greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye

His search of happiness - 2

He crossed the tracks and made his way into the forest. The greenery enchanted him and the sweet smell of nature delighted him. He quickened his pace. The trees were dancing in the wind and the sunlight was peeping in through gaps between the leaves. It was as though a huge net was filtering the light. He could see flowers on some of the trees. Their colors were vibrant and they added cheerfulness to the whole scenery.

Soon he reached the banks of the small stream that he had seen from the train. The stream water was crystal clear and the he could see the rocks that lay beneath. The stream zigzagged and disappeared around a turn. For some time he walked along the banks of the stream soaking in the beauty. Then he chose a big rock and sat down. He folded up his pants and put his legs into the stream water. The water was chilly and he shivered for a while. In the same position he lay down on the rock and closed his eyes.

He then concentrated and tried to listen. The first sound that he could hear was of the gushing stream water. Beyond that he could hear the distant lapping sound of water hitting some of the rocks. A few minutes passed and he could hear the rustle of trees along with the sound of water. Combined together it seemed that earth and water seemed to be creating music. He could hear the birds chirping away happily providing vocals to this music. He concentrated harder and he could hear the wind joining in. The earth, the wind and the water were creating a melody in unison, which was beyond any music he had heard before. It was as if the wind was providing background vocals to this orchestra.

Some more time passed by. His sense of hearing was so acute now that he could hear a small sound near his ears beyond the music. The sound was growing steadily. He opened his eyes and turned his face towards the sound. He could see a small insect flying near his face. The flapping wings of the insect were making the sound he had heard. It was as if he was contributing to the whole music by flapping his wings. He closed his eyes and heard out the insect’s performance, which lasted for quite a while. He opened his eyes again and all he could see was the blue sky enveloping him.

This was happiness. Listening to silence and still be able to hear music.

Moral: Sometimes, to calm the frantic mind and to slow it down it is necessary to shift the focus from inner problems to the outer things. For happiness and for peace.

His search of happiness

Monotone had become his life’s mantra. He had become more of a machine than a human being. It was time to break the routine. It was time to go in search of happiness. He remembered the first time he had done something like this and smiled. It was crazy to follow the heart but it was worth it. It gave him happiness.

He checked his last month’s pay slip. He had quite a few leaves in his kitty. He smiled and made a mental plan. A few hours later he had applied for leaves in office, booked his tickets, packed his bags and done some online research on the place he was traveling to. He was en route to the railway station to catch the evening train.

The journey to the station was slow and painstaking due to the heavy traffic and dug up roads, but he didn’t care. The station was overcrowded with people rushing for their trains and he had a tough time in reaching his platform. Once inside the train after a lot of pushing and shouting, he took up the upper berth and started reading a novel. He wanted to slip down and glance outside the window, but he forced himself not to. There was no point in looking out of the window. The train started moving and with in an hour it was dark. He slipped down to the lower berth and had a quick dinner. He then returned to his upper berth, set an alarm on his cell phone and dozed off.

Beep..Beep. It was five. He stretched himself and made way to the door of his bogey. It was still dark and he was happy that he was up early enough. He opened the door and the cool night air hit him hard. It was chilly and it made him shiver and his bones rattled. But it was fresh and pure, unlike the polluted city. He sat down on the door with his legs hanging out. He took out the magnetic compass from his pocket and adjusted his sitting position accordingly. He then lit a cigarette and waited.

Exactly seven minutes later there was glow on the horizon towards the east. The first ray of light peeped out of the groping darkness. The sky turned magenta with its birth. The ray made the green fields look golden and it seemed that nature danced wherever the ray touched it. It was a fascinating site. Within a few minutes dawn turned into day. The sun was up in full glory. The sky was blue and the earth was green. There was no human structure in sight and he was thrilled at this virginity of nature. Back home, the urbanization had literally raped nature. The mountains, the green forests, the rivers, the birds, the air everything had a heavenly feel to it. They all looked happy. He wanted to be a part of their happiness.

Quickly he made his way back to his seat, collected his backpack. He then looked around at the sleeping passengers and pulled the chain.

As the train screeched to a halt, he was back at the door staring into the face of happiness.

He jumped down from the stationary train and made his way into the wild. He was happy.

Fuzon

I have been listening to this Paki band called Fuzon (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuz%C3%B6n_(band)) for some time now. Their music is a fusion of Paki classical and modern music. They have a unique style and their music kind of grows on you. They have some great songs (Aankon ke saagar, Khamaj, Tere bina, Dooriyan, etc ), but my personal favourite is Khamaj (www.youtube.com/watch?v=7br52GPJ-qk). Do listen to it.

Khamaj

Saawan Beeto Jaye Pe Harwa
Saawan Beeto Jaye Pe Harwa
Mann Mera Ghabraye
Mann Mera Ghabraye
Aeso Gaye Pardes Piya Tum
Aeso Gaye Pardes Piya Tum
Cheyn Humein nahin Aye
Cheyn Humain nahin Aye
Mora Saiyaan moh sey bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Tu Jo Nahin to Aisay Piya hum
Tu Jo Nahin To Aisay Piya hum
Jaisay Soona Aanganaa
Jaisay Soona Aanganaa
Nain Tehaari Rah Neeharey
Nain Tehaari Rah Neeharey
Nainnan Ko Tarsaona
Nainnan Ko Tarsaona
Mora Saiyaan moh Say bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Say bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Mora Saiyyan Moh Say Bolay Na
Pyar Tumhain Kitna Kartay Hain
Pyar Tumhain Kitna Kartay Hain
Tum Yeh Samajh Nahin Pao gay
Tum Yeh Samajh Nahin Pao gay
Jab Hum Na Hongay to Peharwa
Jab Hum Na Hongay to Peharwa
Bolo Kya Tab Aao gay
Bolo Kya Tab Aao gay
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mora Saiyaan moh Sey Bolay Na
Mein Laakh Jatan Kar Haari
Laakh Jatan Kar Haar Rahi

Boredom at office-2

Office sucks nowadays. Well, it always used to suck but its unbearable nowadays. Reasons??

- One of my good friends has taken a transfer to Bangalore.

- Another good friend has hurt himself and is on leave.

- Another good friend is busy with fun activities.

- Another good friend is running suites.

- Another good friend is always on the phone.

So, here I am all alone, getting bored.

Disappointment

I am disappointed. I used to like her before she did this:

http://specials.rediff.com/movies/2008/sep/09slid1.htm

Now she is a mortal, like the others.

Absurd

There is too much discipline in civilization and we are slaves to our mind. The same mind, which is continuously being hammered by the society. The same mind, which makes a face wear a smile, even though there is sorrow inside. Deception is common and simplicity is missing.
The good and the bad are already defined. There are laws and rules for everything. Whether you like it or not, you have to follow these rules. There is immense pleasure attached in breaking these rules. But there are also consequences if you are caught.
A single look at any child, and you find what you are looking for. Simple, wild, innocent, true, crying when sad and laughing when happy. Finding pleasure in everything, enjoying everything to the fullest, living every moment of life, ignorant of the society.

Why is the Society needed then? So that there is discipline. So that there is no chaos. To keep people in check. To maintain an order of things.

Hehehehehe….

Isn’t it better to die doing what you like rather than be alive doing what you don’t like?

Painting Competition-2

A few more entries:

1. The "yamdoots" dying due to pollution.

2. A solar heater, solar panels, windmills, cycles..all this is fine. But I dint understand what the car and the bus are doing here!!

Painting Competiton

We had a painting competition in our office today. The topic was "Go Green". Here are a few selected contributions by the participants (including mine)

. A few comments on each of these:

1. "You Choose". This was adjudged the winner.

2. "The Priceless Theme". Copied from Mastercard. This was me.

3. "The India-Pakistan Theme". This is my winner. The message is "Go back green (pakistanis)".. like "Go back Simon"

4. "Message from the God of Wisdom". This guys was expecting the theme to be "Lord Ganesh". He practised accordingly and manipulated the Lord into "Go Green."

5. The one with the rabbit and pig. I thought a lot and couldnt relate this to "Go Green". Kudos!! A Tarantino!!

Again

As I waited for my office bus along with three other colleagues, I hoped for her to be there in it. It was strange that I was experiencing this yet again. I remembered the day when I had vowed not to fall for anyone again in my life. I was bitter with my life and myself. It was then when I had decided “Never again!”
But here I was back to square one. I felt kind of silly. I was thirty four now. Wasn’t it too late to fall in love? Aint I too old for all this? Is this the reason that I have not married yet? Was I waiting for this?
It all started three months back. I am impulsive, when it comes to love. I believe in love at first sight. I had gone weak in my knees when I saw her for the first time. It was her first day in office and the HR introduced her to me. One look and I knew, she was the one. She was pretty in her own way. She wasn’t dazzling or something, but she had something in her that captivated me. The rest of that day in office was spent in dreaming about her.
The next few days were spent in research. I used up all my sources to find out about her. Within a few days, I had all the information I needed. She was twenty eight and single (I came to know that she had broken up with her boyfriend sometime back). She stayed with a friend, who was already engaged and about to get married in three months. The rented apartment where she was staying was ten minutes away from my house. I also had a list of her likes and dislikes with me. Her favorite color, flower, fruit, vegetable, perfume and even the kind of guys she liked. I was pretty happy with my research. I had all the information I needed and most of it was in my favor since we happened to share similar tastes in many aspects.
I got to work upon the information I had managed to receive. A few hours of shopping and some visits to a local parlor and I was ready. I was now having three sky blue shirts, which happened to be her favorite color. I was also a shade fairer. She liked fair guys. I had a new Calvin Klein perfume which seemed to be her favorite. My old specs gave way to trendy new ones. Everyone in office noticed the change. I also got a few compliments from my colleagues.
Now came the difficult part. I had to initiate conversation with her. The fact that she was in another team in office made this difficult. But she used to commute in the office bus. I ditched my car and started using the office bus. To my disappointment, the seat next to her always used to be occupied. One week went by, two…three… when suddenly one day I got lucky. The seat was vacant. My heart skipped a beat and I cursed myself for not wearing the blue shirt. I was wearing her favorite perfume though. I sat next to her.
Ten minutes later I was still staring into my newspaper, pondering over how to initiate a conversation. Luckily she cursed the heavy traffic and gave me an opening. I joined in complaining about the traffic, citing reasons for the traffic and also proposing solutions to control it. When I finally stopped ranting, I realized that I had probably over spoken. As I was contemplating the effects, she smiled back. I breathed a sigh of relief and introduced myself. She said that she knew me as I was quite popular in office and introduced herself in return. Some more discussion on the weather, current affairs and her previous company and the silly bus reached office.
For the next few days, the seat next to her was occupied. She used to smile back when I smiled at her everyday. This was the only communication that we shared for a week or so. I knew that I had to strike again soon, before the memories of our first conversation lost its effect on her. Opportunity presented itself when there was only one seat vacant in the cafeteria one morning. The seat opposite to her. I slowly made my way to it with my breakfast and asked her if the seat was occupied. As expected, it was empty and so I gladly sat down. This time it was easier to initiate talks. In no time we were engrossed in a conversation. The topic was empowerment of women. For the first time in my life I was not being a male chauvinist and supporting women. The topic drifted to the not so good food served in office, taking advantage of which I asked her out for lunch. She accepted and I was overjoyed.
The lunch was a hit. We ordered the right dishes and talked about all the right things. We cracked jokes, laughed, debated on issues, discussed books, discussed movies, discussed people and discussed relationships. By the end of lunch, our stomachs were stuffed with food and our hearts were closer to each other. We actually decided to go for a movie together on that weekend. It was my first real date after eight years.
The next month flew by. Lunches, movies, dinners, shopping, outings and many more things that we did together only brought us closer. In a span of few days we became the best of friends and ended up chatting for hours everyday on the phone. I knew that she liked me as a friend. It was time to move things to the next level. I was going to propose to her. I visited the local temple before the D day and bribed God.
As the bus arrived, my heart skipped a beat. I was sweating and nervous. I stepped in and my eyes searched for her. There she was in her usual seat. The bribe had worked; the next seat was empty. As I sat down next to her, I could see that her eyes were red and swollen. It seemed as if she had been crying the whole night. I asked her if there was any problem. She didn’t reply back and for the rest of the bus drive we were silent. I didn’t know what to do, so I decided to give her some space and time. Before lunch she called me and asked me to accompany her for lunch.
She started crying during lunch, which made me look stupid in front of the people around. But I didn’t care. I was only concerned about her. She explained to me that the reason for breaking up with her ex-boyfriend (Sumit) was that his parents were opposed to them being together. They had tried a lot to convince them, but all in vain. In the end Sumit had got engaged to a girl of his parents choice. She said that Sumit had called her the previous night. He had broken off the engagement and was ready to leave his parents for her. He had begged her to come back to him. She said that she was confused and didn’t know what to do.
I smiled at her and asked her to do what her heart said was right. My own heart was heavy, but I didn’t show it. I wanted to tell her to leave everything behind and come with me, but I didn’t say it. I wanted to express how much I liked her, in fact loved her, but I couldn’t do it. Something inside me stopped me.
Two days later I was introduced to Sumit who thanked me profusely for helping her to take the right decision.
That evening, as I sipped Scotch, I realized that the repair done in the last eight years of my life had been wiped off. I was back at the same point where I was then.

Rock On

Rock On is one of the best movies I have seen in quite sometime. The story is similar to Dil Chahta hai, but this movie has a stronger message, which is delivered successfully. The cast, the acting, the music, and all other aspects of the movie are just perfect. I had walked into the theatre with high expectations. When I walked out three hours later, I was elated.
Please don't miss this movie!