Uh-oh. It feels subversive to distance myself from something, which in the first five minutes embraces me (rather tightly). Yet after those initial moments (rather long and pleasant moments of the first half), I find myself squirming to get a little room from Rang De Basanti – but the struggle leaves me bruised in weird shades of purple. There aren’t many places one can go to, once you have established that there is no place worth going. It is a convenient trap, because then there it is, as if magically the Shangri-la… that place out of the trap. Gratuitous?
Friday, June 02, 2006
A new form of desperation
Uh-oh. It feels subversive to distance myself from something, which in the first five minutes embraces me (rather tightly). Yet after those initial moments (rather long and pleasant moments of the first half), I find myself squirming to get a little room from Rang De Basanti – but the struggle leaves me bruised in weird shades of purple. There aren’t many places one can go to, once you have established that there is no place worth going. It is a convenient trap, because then there it is, as if magically the Shangri-la… that place out of the trap. Gratuitous?
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