It is said that Indians have two national religions: movies and cricket. But falling into that tiny niche which follows neither zealously, please take in this post with a pinch of indifference.
One of the movies that was seeped in pre- launch hoopla just like too-sweet-gulab jamun in it's sugary surroundings-was Kites. When it opened to massive numbers but tanked like a rocket without fuel on the second/ third day, naysayers and film critics had the last laugh. They slayed and slashed the film, it's actors, the storyline and everything around it, quashing any hopes that I harboured to watch it in a theatre. Ok, I sighed to myself, I'll just wait for the TV release. Now this was super-quick, and we settled down to a tub of popcorn on our comfy sofa in our own living room shortly thereafter, ready for the worst.
But you know what, I actually liked the film. I didn't think the plot was inane- it was quite fascinating, if you ask me, and I liked the tiny thoughtful bits about instant chemistry, kids and dancing in the rain, besides Hrithik, of course, who looked like God.
I guess it must've been edited for the small screen coz it didn't seem tiringly long even after several commercial breaks.
This got me thinking: is one man's treat another man's poison or are we so in our lives that following the herd seems the best possible thing to do?
You think?