Mungaru malae review (blues ?)

After a long gap, maybe a decade or more,I actually cried through a movie today. I cried for that stupid guy in the movie :-) poor thing, you know, he was in such a hopeless state,right ? Right through the beginning,the man did not even get a bloody chance! Many of us actually don't admit to feeling mushy/emotional whenver we watch such movies. We fear being laughed at,by our friends,oursleves. Am sure we all have, at some point felt like crying for a romance on screen,for failed unions,sad songs and what-have-you. But, we adults don't ever admit to feeling emotional...

For us, being emotional denotes weakness,in mind and body. Especially, it is so taboo for a man to cry.But poor guys,they have a heart too! And it hurts badly I suppose,whenever a girl uses them to her advantage. That's precisely what I felt Mr Preetham went through in Mungaaru Malae.."Paaapa huduga",as they say in Kannada..there must be scores of such guys in this universe....

and the girl, well.. what to say of her... she got the best deal anyways... romance with our hero and marriage with someone tall,dark(not-so-much) and handsome(definitely that model has dimples that girls swoon over), anyway, our heroine got the best deal... there must be scores of such girls in this universe too..

Apart from all this, this was a movie about monsoons and what it does to you, I suppose. It is probably trying to prove the point that 'falling in love is as easy as opening an umbrella in the monsoons'. Funny,love is such a stupid thing... and such an overly used term. The movie's greatest moments though are the rain-drenched appearances of the pair, it's biggest asset is 'lack of vulgarity' and lack of 'obscene dress-sense' (you could watch this with your dad types),however the fashion sense is totally lacking here. The heroine's clothes were poorly designed and consisted mostly of large beads and beady looking artistic stuff and some garish sarees and outfits. When less is to be covered,it is important how to cover it, but sadly our fashion designers there do not quite understand this!

The movie is very good inspite of mush mush all over. Yes, I cried through it and I had expected to ( refer my previous blog) It made me feel stupid, young and silly. And tears are a wonderful thing,they cleanse up your system.

Finally, I discovered two things today :-

1. I can watch movies alone. I may be alone but am definitely not lonely. I cherished my singledom and thanked God for keeping me single,independent,master of my will and most importantly happy.

2. Whenever,I feel not-so-young anymore,I need to watch a mush-mush movie like this. Doing so, I would shed those collegish-stupid tears and the after-effect would be nice and feel-young-all-over-again sort of. :-)

All said and done,"love" may be misread today, but lucky are those who have tasted it, atleast once, even if it has left a sad memory. The experience of having been in love,of being loved and one of reciprocation, is so much more sweet than of "unrequited love". As I said,earlier on, it was sad to see Pretham because fellow never had a chance,except for a few hours in his reel life.

Sacrifice may be eternal and love momentary but life is all about moments,right ?

feeling-good-bad-sad-mushy and young
-Rekha