I finally got to see my first Bollywood film this week. On Christmas day at 8.30 in the morning. I had to get up earlier than I do for work. But it was well worth it – I loved it and it confirmed all my long-held stereotypes about Hindi films:
3 hours long. Check.
Dramatic shots of Indian landscape. Check.
Singing. Check.
Dancing. Check.
Dancing in the rain. Check.
Spontaneous whooping and clapping from the audience. Check.
It was called The 3 Idiots and I would definitely recommend it. It was a very funny but also quite moving in places and I did shed a tear or two. One thing I wasn’t prepared for however was a rape joke – obviously violence against women crosses all boundaries but I was still surprised to hear rape being used as the punch line. I had D as my interpreter and hoped something was lost in the translation but everyone else who went to see it with us said the same thing. And it went down a storm with the audience.
We ended up going back to watch it again today with my current flat mate to take S, the helper in the flat. I think she really enjoyed it.
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