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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Review: The Terminal

In 1988 Merhan Karimi Nasseri was exiled from Iran for protesting against the Shah, and flew to Paris to claim asylum. His request was rejected, and he found himself in a bizarre no man’s land: exiled from home, and barred from entering France. A man with no country, he has been living in Charles De Gaulle airport ever since.

Steven Spielberg’s latest film, The Terminal, is based on this premise, but not on Nasseri himself. Spielberg’s hero is Viktor Navorski (Tom Hanks), who arrives in the US to find his native Krakozhia has lost its international recognition while he was in the air

It is not a breathtaking film ! It by no means is a blockbuster, something Steven Spielberg is associated with !

It is a simple piece of movie magic, a subtle humorous rendition of a real life experience.


In terms of characters, The Terminal presents us with a friendly but simple foreign tourist. This was a double edged sword because making Navorski clever meant he would leave the airport but making him dopey allowed him to fall into the cracks of the American system. The Terminal opted for the second option as it surely garnered more sympathy from the fictional airport workers and real life moviegoers. Navorski’s English is poor, to say the least, which provided for a few jabs at his mispronunciations. Eventually though, he does becomes Americanized, designer suit and American slang included.

Hanks has us in the palm of his hand with his engaging performance as the bumbling good guy, with fruity eastern European accent, slapstick pratfalls and comic timing. He gets laughter out of simple things such as trying to sleep on airport furniture and is adept at conveying Navorski's playful nature as he grows in his command of English (it's amazing what you can learn from airport bookstores when you're stuck there for months on end).

Navorski befriends other ethnic minority ‘refugees' who work at the airport, helping one in his hesitant courtship.One of them being a Mr.Gupta who escapes from the Indian police to find a job at an American Airport !! Slowly, Indian characters are being embedded into the American film diaspora !! :)

He also strikes up a friendship with an attractive flight attendant (Catherine Zeta Jones) who is looking for love in all the wrong men. Could she get it with Navorski? Her scenes with Hanks work well, Zeta Jones is too accomplished an actress to turn in a bad performance, so maybe it's the script that just doesn't flesh out her character enough. Stanley Tucci as the upwardly mobile airport chief is as watchable as ever - a serpent in a suit, foiled in his attempts to rid himself of the man who stands between him, a well-run airport and promotion.

Tom Hanks loves to do these kind of roles. Castaway reminded !

But surely, the movie doesnt even come close to a Spielberg production. His movies are meant to be huge, with menacing reptiles or encounters with extra terrestrials.

On the whole, I was pleasantly amused with the screenplay. Kudos to the american film makers for taking up such storylines...when can we remotely expect something similar from Indian producers ??


Fortunately for us, we watched it on a VCD. Didnt spend a huge chunk of money...

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Yes, finally I have been able to read and write Kannada !! The script that has eluded me for years is finally within reach....It took me just one week ! Lacking was the will for all these years....:)

Its a funny sight though...Walking down the road trying to read every possible hoarding in kannada..

This also inspires me to learn more dialects and scripts ! Probably I will start off with German next week...Or maybe restart my Chinese classes....

Umm, also have to take that securities market certification exam seriously...

God bless this soul !

Adios

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Weekend Trip to Horseley Hills

Staying back at home during a weekend in this wonderful season gives me creeps. Makes me uncomfortable ! Fortunately we came across another enchanting destination, just 150 Kms from Bangalore, but this time in Andhra Pradesh. Ashok and I decided to head towards Horsely Hills, a sleepy hill station (sleepy cause some hill stations are not, for example Ooty, Mahabaleshwar !!) on his bike, Pulsar 150 ! Special mention for his bike cause it did not breakdown even once, not even when we were motoring on the top of a rugged hill.

Day 1: 11th Sept 2004


Taking NH4, we headed towards Hosakote and then to Chintamani in Kolar District. The road was smooth...no potholes, no bumps unlike my previous somnathpur trip (reminds me that I have to still write about that trip !). On the way we came across beautiful scenic landscapes, many captured through our digicams.

We came across a hill with an abandoned shiv temple on top. The hill's name : Malai Gonda ! We deviated from our main route and headed towards this new destiantion. Cutting through small fields, the road slowly started to deteriorate. Village folk, gazing at us in silent curiosity, showed us the way to the top. The temple was closed but that did not stop the villagers from lighting up the temple interiors. It felt great looking beneath. The landscape comprised of small hills of various shapes and sizes. We enjoyed the solitude and kept gazing at the picterusque view.

Getting down and back on the road, we headed towards Madanapalli and finally Angallu. Taking left from Angallu comes Horseley Hills. HH is one of the two hill stations in A.P. That explains its popularity among Andhra folk who travel far and wide to escape into the pristine environs of this place. HH is devoid of any activity !! The ride to the top was amazing giving us many photo opportuities.
HH has a few hotels/resorts. The main being, APTDC's Punami Resort. It has a variety of rooms/cottages. A swimming pool (functional), a gym (dont expect much) and a restaurant/bar. There are a couple of view points and a sparsely populated zoo....and....thatz it !! So if you want to relax (literally), make up with your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend then this is the ideal place. There are no sights and sounds of modern day hill stations that will bug you.

Fortunately, India v/s Kenya was playing on T.V. We headed towards the bar and enjoyed the match over a couple of drinks. Met a few more families from Banglore and Hyderabad.
Day 2

For me gettign up at 6 am has become a ritual since I have come to Bangalore. I dont know why ! At a hill station meant only to sleep, I could not help but get up early, yet again !! So frustrating....but nevertheless, optimistic me, went for a morning stroll. And what a sight...misty HH, fog fog everywhere. Came back to our room by 7 to find Ashok awake !! He gets up early on weekends !! :)

We had a heavy breakfast...read the newspaper and decided to go for a swim. The pool was nice and clean. The water was not as chilly as we had expected it to be. Another hour spent there and it was checkout time. On our way back we were told to visit the GurramGonda hill where Razi Khan, Tipu's newphew had built a small fort. This time we took a U-Turn at Angallu and 20 kms from it was GurramGonda. Folks at the base warned us of the fatigue ....It took us just half and hour to reach the top and 15 minutes to come down. Not much of an adventure though...The ruins of the fort were all that we could savour...And yes my obsession to hold/see a snake. At the top, we could hear a rattle noise...and as per my knowledge (from a lot of Discovery TV ) it sounded like a rattle snake's defence mechanism. The noise continued for some time and finally abated !

Getting down, we started our return journey.....Angalu----Madanapalli ----Chintamani---Hoskote. Took a lot of snaps...On the whole a relaxing trip...


Room Tariff at Punami : 500 rs (min), 735, 840 (cottages)

Swimming Pool Charges: 25 / head

Beer : 70 Rs/ Bottle

Distance: 150 Kms from Bangalore