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Well...Veer Zara--Yuxx did ya say!!!!!

Veer Zara!--An Austere Zara ! An incredible Veer! A love saga told to perfection!

I had been reading reviews and hearing people damning the three and half hours, rejecting the movie out right so much so, that despite SRK I decided not to go for it. Thinking it would be another corny flick with high melodrama and over doze of singing and dancing. Singing and dancing, there was and that to what contraire!

A friend recited high points of the movie to me over ISD : ), told me how it was poetry in motion and while at that, I could not resist going for a seat in the next show. Warned the company who came along of what was in store. That made the job easy lest they should have come out with complaints.

What I liked about the flick. Well almost every thing

: The young modern and beautiful Rani fighting for women’s rights to conduct justice and be at par with the male dominion. She was the nervous rookie, her belief and principles leading to the iota of confidence which don’t we all need to start with what we want to achieve, when there’s not much hope?

: The beautiful as a portrait Zara. Pampered yet not spoilt. Brave yet not a rebel, cultured, her father’s son, in love and yet with a mind of her own. She was as the 60 year old Hindustani Sumer Singh – Amitabh Bacchan saluted her right, an epitome of tradition.

: Veer, drool, Chopper Pilot, drooool, Country boy..straight from the soil, drool some more, incredulously wise, humouredly agile, with a doting village and heart that loved with conviction, with truth, with passion (so SRK!).

: The love story. He asked her for a day of her life. So reminiscent of my all time favorite ‘before sunrise’ , a small frame flick with ethan hawk in which he spends a day with an out right stranger, all conversational in Vienna, when they meet on a train to paris! Destiny, how they meet. Symbolic, how bauji thinks zara despite a pakistani was the boti he picturised with veer on a cycle holding him from behind. I think I have forgotten what bauji says when veer asks him how do you decide if this was ‘the’ girl! All the mutual moments. Across the fields, bed of flowers, on the sledge bridge, riot of colors, a funny bauji and his madrasi turned sikhni boti, their beautiful number, zaras adab, her turn to acknowledge veer as god sent, as love himself!

: Hindu Muslim/ Pakistani Hindustani/ Rich Poor/ North Indian South Indian/ Ayingar Aiyyar/ Brahmin Rajput. Have we not heard that over and over. How fathers get disillusioned and mothers too, only to realize in the end that why they are saying no is because of the societal stigma, their adherence to community and its dynamics. Yet they concede. Agree, accept. That when they have a Veer for a son and Zara for a daughter. None less!

: SRK kaidi no 786 verse. Exuberance on display. Lata Mangeshkar and Asha Bhonsle. Gulzar. Ye Des Tera Bhi Hai Mera Bhi!

Slick Flick That!

posted by sunayana : ) @ 10:12 PM