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Movie Amblings: Queen

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I am no subdued Rajouri garden types, but in the first few minutes into Queen, in that heart splitting moment, when her fiance breaks up with an all-in-tears Kangana, and she walks out only to return back and plead to him not to break up, while he is irritated over the tamasha her tears are creating in the public, it was me. It was there that the movie became real for me.

But I don’t have a pre-planned honeymoon trip to go on, and neither a granny with cool words of wisdom. I live in a hostel bound by an ever-growing things-to-do list. And even if I did, I reckon I would bump into friendly foreigners who’d take me on a ride of my life. I would be too cautious for that. But I’d still let the movie be my story. To give a poker face to your ex whom you bump into every day is a test of your strength that you have to pass every day. One would wish one was as naive as Queen, so it would be easy to let go?

I drift. That’s not the point here.

I don’t believe we need any more people vouching for Kangana here. Why the movie wins over most hearts, is because the narrative flows smoothly without trying to make a big deal about itself. It’s filled with simple joys, that we all can relate to; that one friend who tells you drain it with the booze, the one who’ll break the awkward tear-filled silence with his comical moves, one who’ll silently fill in the background by just being there, the characters are all too real. They don’t really have to be hobos in Amsterdam, but well.  In the end the fiance receives his comeuppance, and justice is delivered. In a way she smacks back on his face and walks over it, and we celebrate this triumph with as much joy as Ram returning victorious from Lanka.

…and the movie plucks all the right strings with you, because we as Indian movie-goers love to let our movies get as close to us as they can dare. And Queen just does that, it plays with your emotions, by letting Queen be just one of you. Cause you can’t get any closer to the heart of the Aam Aadmi than portraying yourself to be one, right?
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nishi said…
SuperLike for your comment Smit :P
March 17, 2014 at 10:06 AM
Anonymous said…
Ah..Baare!!!

March 19, 2014 at 3:15 AM
nishi said…
@Siddhesh Seri Seri
March 19, 2014 at 10:31 AM
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