Bahubali, Bahut Bhalli

 
I know what you are going to say; Oh no! she's back! (just like Arnie promised). but what can i say... life had been pretty mundane and event less for me to write about. It took a gobsmackingly awesome movie to shake me out of my ho-hum-scratch-my-bum existence.

i know what you are going to say; bawi has finally lost it. (just like Robbie promised). but what can i say! once in a while a movie comes across as being genuine... even though it might be larger than life. but when you think of the godly status that is given to certain heroes/ demi-gods/gods/the-one-whose-name-cannot-be taken; you feel... damn... the makers of this magnum opus deserve a round of beers, if not appamms. OK, so basically, today i am going to rave and rant about this larger than life movie, Bahubali. (was it necessary to even say that?)

the movie starts with the usual flowing of testosterone on screen and estrogen in the audience - tall, dark, with dravidian looks, and locks that can make Sunsilk blush, the camera pans rippling muscles and smoldering eyes. Men, dont worry, the fair maiden who steals his heart is shown prancing under waterfalls too. (whatever). so once all the nitty-gritty details of boy-dreams of-girl, girl-hunts-boy, boy-makes-tattoo, girl-makes-love are out of the way, the movie picks up.

i know what you are going to say; is this the same chick who worships the greek god of bollywood? (just like Jaado wondered) but what can i say, for me to even drool over someone other than the green-eyed hunk, means that this conqueror from the Indian Peninsula must have some Chutzpah in him! he owned every frame, every angle and every heart. the frontbenchers clapped for him the backbenchers whistled for him and the ladies (well at least one) swooned.

i know what you are going to say; but what about the movieeeeee???? (just like Arnab asked). what can i say, this movie, in all its magnanimity had just a simple thread running through it. Truth shall win. and that my friends is what got me back on this forum after a hiatus of several months. off late, a lot of changes are going on in this world - countries are going bankrupt; modi is going to pakistan; Parsis are going extinct; and i am going - nowhere. this movie makes the unbelievable, believable. it takes the ordinary and puts it on a pedestal for all to admire. yes, most of it was probably made on the computer screen, but I'll be damned if i dont give credit to the creator/ the visualiser/the boss - the director. considering that we have been constantly fed a staple diet of heroes, who talk to mosquitoes who have allegedly bit his lady love to heroes who stop a bullet with their teeth, the director weaves a magical tale of kings, queens, tribals and war! he doesnt want to preach to the mob, he just shows us that when things do get out of hand, we have to follow our heart and walk on the path less traveled. the second part is all Fast and Furious -  the only difference being, its the man and not the machine that is fast and furious. When Bahubali, knocks down the enemy ranks like nine pins, i felt like whistling. When he gives a war cry to his men who are deserting the battle field, i felt like getting up and socking the guy who had been chatting on his phone during the national anthem. And when he explains the meaning of death to his men, i knew that i had nothing to fear, coz living each day in fear was akin to dying itself.

so yes, Bahubali, bahut bhalli picture thi. if you dig indian mythology, go for it. if you dig men in silken dhotis and rippling muscles, go for it. if you dig cinematography, go for it. and if you dig seeing truth win over lies and deceit, go for it. Hell, on my way back, i could not help but chant - Bhu-balli, Bahu-balli, bahu-balli, on my little two-wheeler chariot! And come to think of it there is a part two coming!!!! Oh great Gods of rassam and sambhaar, please please please make it a trilogy! I promise to be a good girl and not whistle and hoot too much in the theater.