Before I go watch a movie, I generally consult a couple of movie buffs I know, But considering the amount of hype this film’s been making since its inception, I didn’t quite think twice and dragged mum along.
I wish I could say I loved the movie, but sadly I can’t.
No. Farhan Akhtar is good. Better than excellent if exists. The story jumps but still comprehend-able. The side actors did their job well brought out the right emotions.
But thanks to the 300-odd people sitting in the theater with us, I have to say I couldn’t help but wait for the movie to finish and storm out.
As a nation, we’ve recently overcome certain unfortunate incidences and we’re as a progressive country developing the courage to talk openly about issues involving sex.
But I am made to feel that these same minds are the ones making ridiculously shameful comments when a semi nude couple is shown on screen doing nothing – may be just holding hands for crying out loud.
I wish; I wish from the bottom of my heart that I could do more than give the guy sitting behind me a dirty look- which if some of you don’t get what it means signals ‘Shut The Fuck Up or Get Out Of the Screen Now’, and send a stinker to the guy near me giggling with his girlfriend about how apparently the nick name ‘Milkhu’ is shitty and so no one in the world should have a loving family, clearly the giggly guy doesn’t.
Didn’t these recent protests have men fighting for women and their rights and safety and god knows what not? I knew something sounded strange about that; and now I know.
All the giggling and hateful comments and sexist “jokes” said.. no sorry.. yelled out during the movie were all by men only.
I’m sorry. No matter how great a movie is, I refuse go watch it in the first three weeks of its release in the presence of hooligans.