Category: Uncategorized


……………………… – – these lines were spoken by, the character of, Ann Shankland (played by Rita Hayworth); in a scene from the brilliant movie, Separate Tables (1958). Late last night, I watched this amazing downloaded movie; which has been magnificently transported from the stage to the screen. Separate Tables, directed by Delbert Mannis, is based on a collective of two one-act plays by Terence Rattigan (namely Table by the Window and Table Number Seven).

This entire very bold Hollywood movie, is rigged with Sexual Tension, Sexual Repression and Sexual Harassment! AND 2018, with Hollywood’s #MeToo movement, feels like the perfect time to watch this movie. With a spectacular cast confined into the lonely Beauregard Hotel in Bournemouth, in the southern coast of England, UK; the film deals with love, lust, loneliness, bitterness, desire and depression. The star that stole the show (for me) was Gladys Cooper, as the harsh, unpleasant and domineering, Mrs. Railton-Bell; although it’s Wendy Hiller (as Miss. Pat Cooper), that took home the Oscar, for ‘Best Actress in a Supporting Role’. Nominated for 7 Oscars, this movie grabbed two. The other went to, actor David Niven (for ‘Best Actor in a Leading Role’); for his marvelous performance as the kindly n’ somewhat comical, yet pretentious, retired army officer; Major Angus Pollock. Another sidekick worth checking out is May Hallatt, as the stoic, yet enjoyable, Miss Meacham (who appeared in the same role on the original, West End and Broadway, stage production)

Several story lines intersect one another; but there are two major tales, that surface to prominence. One deals with Major Angus Pollock’s close platonic friendship with a repressed spinster, Sibyl Railton-Bell (Deborah Kerr); and Sibyl’s mother’s (Mrs. Railton-Bell) various schemes to ruin it. When it’s reported in the newspaper, that Major Pollack has pleaded guilty of sexual harassment of six women, at a local cinema; this gives Mrs. Railton-Bell a perfect reason, not to just get the Major, away from her fragile daughter’s life (who on learning this has a sort of nervous breakdown), but to be thrown out of residence from the Beauregard Hotel; and sent as far away as possible, in disgrace, from Bournemouth. Apparently, the original draft of this 1954 British play, however, saw the Major, not pleading to a misdemeanour of sexual harassment of women, but homosexual importuning, and suffering from his sexual repression in a homophobic world. In the movie, he does hint at it; saying he can’t help the way he is, and speaking of how he was picked on, at school, for being less masculine. It’s a pity, due to code of ethics of that era; the play and film were repressed from showing, what it initially intended. By the changing of the sexual repression of a gay Major, into that of a straight man sexually harassing women; ironically makes it an actual perversion; that needs to be forgiven. A sympathetic light is thrown the way of the Major; but for something, that in reality is far worse than just being a gay man struggling to keep his sexuality a secret, at the same time secretly acting on his desires; ironically in a public place. The world has definitely come a long way since then; or has it?

The other story line deals with a divorced couple, who meet after several years, at the Beauregard Hotel. We discover that the sophisticated wife, Ann Shankland (Hayworth) had sent her ex-husband, John Malcolm (Burt Lancaster), to prison for assaulting her. The washed out, drunk, John Malcolm; is another lowly character, Mrs. Railton-Bell has no regard for. After divorcing John, Ann had later re-married and re-divorced; it appears to have happened more than once; but she’s never lost her love for John. John, though he has a secret girlfriend, Miss. Pat Cooper (whom he says, he wants to get married to), is still in love with Ann. John & Ann, suffer when they are together, and suffer when they are apart. It’s a love-hate relationship; that cannot survive, without one another. Despite the sexual assault and the tensed, stressful, coexistence; they need each other; in a savagely animalistic sense, of love and lust.

Separate Tables has some superb character sketches. An excellent study into human psychology in the modern era. Everything about the movie blends in beautifully; the characters, the set of the hotel, the dinning tables. Along with the two leading plots, the other story lines that intersect, include; a modern young couple secretly in love (Rod Taylor & Audrey Dalton); the compassionate and understanding, elderly, Lady Matheson (Cathleen Nesbitt); the “self sufficient” hotel owner/manager and secret lover of John Malcolm, Miss. Pat Cooper; the elderly gentleman, Mr. Fowler (Felix Aylmer); and the strong built and bravely blunt, Miss Meacham, who too like the Major, seems to be afraid of people, as she states comically “..they are so complicated, …that’s why I prefer horses”. She’s a tough broad, with a touch of masculinity; which could imply her own sexual repression, that of a lesbian woman, but that’s unclear. Of course, though a dull spinster herself, Miss Meacham, is very different to the other young spinster, whom we see openly suffer from sexual repression; i.e. Deborah Kerr’s Sybil (spoken of above). It is obvious that the homely, plain-Jane, Sybil (a complete contrast to her stylish mother), has feelings for the major; but she’s unable to do anything about it. The Major doesn’t reciprocate to her subtle advances, but happens to be sympathetic towards her. Again, which makes sense, as in the original draft, the Major was meant to be gay.

Another thing to look out for, are the glamorous costumes designed by Mary Grant, and the Oscar favourite, Edith Head. Overall a wonderful movie; despite the significant change of the homosexual subject matter, into sexual harassment towards women (even though one’s sexuality oughtn’t have been a crime, even back then; while sexual harassment, always should be).

Separate Tables (1958)
My Rating: 10/10 !!!!!!!!!!

Bookish Nuwan
Nuwan Sen’s Film Sense

P.S. Also see my Special Blog Post, I did yesterday, as a PAGE; That Book, That Movie (of 2017)!!

 

Advertisements

A LETTER TO VIOLET EYED HEAVEN: TO ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN THAT GRACED THE HOLLYWOOD SCREENS

Elizabeth Taylor with her two great Loves
Left: Mike Todd (1950’s)
Right: Richard Burton (1960’s & 70’s)

Dearest Ms. Taylor,

              First of all, let me thank you, for contributing so much to the world of Cinematic Arts; with your marvelous performances; working tirelessly to bring us, film buffs, joy for eternity.

              Born in United Kingdom, to two American citizens, on the 27th of February, 1932; you moved to the United States of America, at the age of 7; in April 1939, as tensions of another war gripped Europe. Couple of years later, you started working in Hollywood, as per your mother’s wish. You were adored by Hollywood for your unique sharp features, raven hair and fair skin. Specifically it was your unique eyes, a genetic mutation; that grabbed their attention. Blue eyes that appeared Violet, and a double pair of natural eyelashes. A rare beauty, and a natural acting talent; proved through your first auditions. Casting directors found you different to other child actors of the time; and some were afraid of your direct open attitude. Growing up, you survived through many hurdles and hardships. Two of your baby teeth were pulled out, before they were ready to fall; to make you seem more mature. By the age of 12, you had no free time at all, as you attended school in the studio lot itself, and then you had to practice singing, dancing and the lines for next day’s scenes. You never really had a childhood, as you mentioned once, that your childhood ended, when you became a child star, as MGM controlled every aspect of your life. Born with scoliosis; in your preteens, whilst filming for National Velvet (1944), you had a bad fall and fractured your back, which went undetected for many years; for which you suffered in silence, your entire life. Yet the worse was yet to come.

              In May 1950, aged only 18, you married heir to the Hilton Hotels chain, Conrad Hilton Jr.! Beaten black and blue on your wedding night; and having gone through abuse at his hands, your parents were horrified when they found out. Eight months into your marriage the two of you divorced. This caused a public scandal, and it sadly reflected badly on you, not on the man who abused you. Then a year later, you were back in the United Kingdom; this time working on a British Film Ivanhoe (1952). During the filming of Ivanhoe, you met  the newly divorced actor, Michael Wilding (20 years your senior). He thought marrying a young innocent starlet like you, would aid his failing career; and you felt being an older gentleman he’d be kinder, and you’d feel secure. But ’twas far from a happy marriage. Egoistical men, little understood your compassion and sympathetic nature towards people suffering; including your kindness towards gay actors, Montgomery Clift, Rock Hudson and James Dean; to name a few. One of your main co-stars, of the epic, Giant (1956), James Dean was killed in a car crash, on 30th September 1955; before the movie was completed (although Dean had finished working on his scenes). You were devastated. Soon, yet another young actor was almost killed in a car crash, but you weren’t going to let history repeat itself. On 12th May 1956, during the filming of Raintree County (1957); when close friend and co-star, Montgomery Clift had a terrible accident (soon after leaving a dinner party at Wilding and your Beverly Hills home; when Clift fell asleep whilst driving); you rushed to his aid, and saved his life by literally shoving a hand down his throat, and pulling out his teeth, he was choking on. Your husband was not impressed. After giving Wilding two sons, and his philandering ways reached scandal magazines; you couldn’t take it anymore, and divorced him, in 1957. Having suffered through two bad marriages, you wouldn’t have wanted to experience that pain again. But then came Mike Todd (an even older gentleman, born on the 22nd of June, Year 1909; who had been married twice before, who’d lost his first wife to death, and next to divorce), an American Theater and film producer, who swept you off your feet. The first great love of your life.

              You and Mike Todd had a whirlwind romance. Married on 2nd February 1957; it was a third marriage for both, a 24 year old, you, and 47 year old Mike Todd. For the first time in your life, you were truly happy and deeply in love.You traveled around the world in Todd’s private jet, named The Liz (a.k.a. The Lucky Liz); a testament to your love for each other. In fact, Todd had released a film, Around the World in 80 Days (1956), based Jules Verne’s classic novel; which ended up winning five coveted Oscars, including for ‘Best Picture’; just over a month after you were married; at the 29th Annual Academy Awards. You were lucky for him; and you were lucky in love, for the very first time in your life. For once, both Todd and you, were in happy, like never before. Later that year, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; your very first daughter. A child born out of marriage filled with love and joy. On the first anniversary of the release of his Oscar winning film, Todd threw a grand party, as a celebration of his love for you. 18,000 of close friends were invited to this Madison Square Garden extravaganza. A live coverage of the event was held. Todd loved to boast, and why not, he was jubilant, as were you. A 14 foot high cake was made for the event, and you had to climb up to cut the cake. It was all show and pomp; but ’twas wasn’t hypocritical function in the name of traditions or customs you were carrying out; but a fun filled party. Apparently the party ended up with a very Hollywood  slapstick style food fight, thanks to a rowdy crowd; but you, Todd, your close friends and other elegant guests weren’t part of that. The television coverage of the party made it an Hollywood event of the century; and the function was deemed a flop. But did it matter, not really. This was your great love story, and you felt safe that nothing could ruin this euphoric romance. But then tragedy strikes…..

              On 21st March 1958, you were to fly with your husband to New York, where the Friars Club was to honour him the next night as Showman of the Year. But you were suffering from a bronchitis cold and a temperature 102°. You really wanted to go, but Todd insisted you stay at home and rest. Added to that there was a rainstorm outside. Actor, Kirk Douglas, your next door neighbour, was to accompany your husband. But, Anne Buydens (Douglas’ wife) had a bad feeling about the plane ride. They argued, but Buydens won, and Douglas missed the flight, and was mad at his wife for it. Mike Todd hugged you for a fifth time, part of him not wanting to leave you alone with your children. Even though ill, you were glowing with love and sadness and being apart. When Todd got onto his plane, he spoke to you once again, he called from the air-to-ground telephone, and told you he’ll call you once he lands in Tulsa, to re-fuel. But he never did. Despite the bad weather, the flight was considered safe enough, to fly smoothly. At 10:41pm (2241 hrs), left the airstrip , and headed to New York. The twin-engine Lockheed Lodestar plane suffered engine failure, went out of control and crashed killing all four people on board, including Mike Todd; the love of your life. It was 22nd March 1958, early morning, when the incident happened. Meanwhile Kirk Douglas recalls having missed the flight and mad at his wife, ” We were driving and not talking to each other, so we turned the radio on, and the announcer spoke of the shocking news of the plane crash. At the same time, you, sick in bed, unaware called up Todd’s personal secretary, as you were worried you hadn’t heard from him. Soon you got the shocking news, and your world came tumbling down.

              Your close friends, actresses, Debbie Reynolds and Shirley MacLaine, rushed to your side; staying there for a few days, and helping taking care of your three kids. Liz Todd was still a baby (she would never get to know her wonderful dad). Film director Howard Hughes, lent you his jet. There was hardly much left of Todd’s remains, as the plane had exploded on impact. The only items recovered from the wreckage were Todd’s wedding ring, and a pair of platinum cuff-links, gifted by Todd’s friend, actor and singer, Eddie Fisher (Debbie Reynolds’ husband). The funeral was in Chicago. You were so distraught, you threw yourself over the coffin. The pain of loss of someone you loved so dearly would have been unbearable. Two decades later, grave robbers would desecrate his remains, due to rumours of a $100,000/- diamond ring, said to have been placed in his coffin by you, before burial. His remains would be found, have to be reexamined by dental records once again, and reburied, in a secret location.

              Your next marriage, was the biggest mistake you made. You were grief stricken at the loss of Mike Todd, and Eddie Fisher, took advantage of it, and proposed marriage to you, admitting he had always been in love with you. You accepted without thinking of the consequences. You did not marry him for love, but for marriage security (this was still the 1950’s and marriage was considered, one of the main criteria for a woman to gain respect; today a woman does not need a husband anymore). But by accepting, you hurt your best friend, Fisher’s wife Debbie. Soon your image turned from grieving widow to homewrecker, in the eyes of the public. Both Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher (Fisher and Reynolds  daughter); would eventually forgive you (Eddie Fisher is the one that abandoned them); but for the world to do so, it would take some more time (both Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher died in December 2016). To add salt to your wounds; Mike Todd had accumulated a lot of debt, which meant you would have to earn to pay it back; due to pressure from film studios. Added to which, being on a contract, meant you owed MGM; to work for them. You had no choice but to work on a film you detested, due to this contract; BUtterfield 8 (1960). But you managed to convince them to cast husband no.4, Eddie Fisher, in a sympathetic role. Having a kind heart, you were more concerned about his image, than your own. Then you won an Oscar for BUtterfield 8! Even though you were nominated thrice for ‘Best Actress’, it was finally for the film you hated, that you bagged the award. You went crying up to the stage. You were definitely not thrilled; as you were forced into working for this movie, not ’cause you wanted to. Added to which your marriage to a spineless man, wasn’t working. Even though you’d give the marriage six years of your life. But, you needn’t fret, for your next great love, was just around the corner.

Elizabeth Taylor was no doubt THE most beautiful Cleopatra to grace the cinematic screens ever!

              Now, in 1961; you had finally completed your MGM contract, and were free of it. Not only that, you had won an Oscar, for ‘Best Actress’. 20th Century signed you on for their next big venture, a historical epic on the Queen of the Nile, Cleopatra. This would be your biggest venture yet, and a crucial turning point in your life.

              You became the first Hollywood actress to be paid $1 Million for the role; and this expensive production, of Cleopatra (1963), would be among the most loved Historical epics of all time. You’d end up being so closely identified with role; when film buffs hear the name “Cleopatra”; it’s your bewitchingly beautiful face, in ancient Egyptian garments, that come to mind. Cleopatra today is synonymous with your portrayal of her on celluloid (a role you almost lost the role, when you suffered from pneumonia). Added to which, you’d end up meeting the second love of your life, Richard Burton. The Burton-Taylor romance is one of the most talked about love stories, in the world of cinema (also see my Blog-post, Sexiest Couples of Hollywood from July 2016). Your violet eyes sparkled when you saw him, he felt the same, sparks flew; you were both unhappily married to different people. An extra-marital love affair started to ignite on the sets of Cleopatra. Like the character you were portraying, you were neither young nor innocent; but a bold brave new woman, afraid of no man. Like Cleopatra, who had two great loves in her life, Cesar and Anthony; you found your next great love, the actor playing Anthony, opposite you. In a sense, it was real-life, imitating reel-life; a reel life, based on a real life historical account from an ancient civilization. Soon paparazzi snapped you and your new lover, on a yacht in Ischia, Naples, Italy in 1962. Your scandalous new romance was out in the open. People, who hated your marriage to Fisher, started enjoying this affair with Burton. Whilst, the love story, with Mike Todd, turned you into a happily married family type of woman; this new romance showcased a side, people had never seen before. A sizzling sexy side of your persona. Your steamy romance was the talk of the town. Soon you divorced Fisher, in 1964; and married your new love, Richard Burton. 

Dubbed at Liz & Dick, you two would end up doing some of the greatest performances in your lives. You ended up appearing in 11 films together, and stage plays. The most notable film of which, happens to be, Mike Nichols’ Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966); for which you won your next ‘Best Actress’ award, at the 39th Annual Academy Awards (Oscars 1967). Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? also happens to be among my Top 10, all time favourite movies. The movie itself, felt like reel-life, imitating real-life (a reversal of fortune from the time you filming Cleopatra). You two loved each other, were perfect for each other, bickering and fighting; you loved each other. You had a tempestuous relationship; mainly thanks to his alcoholism. Nor matter how much you loved him, you could not handle his drinking; and he was alleged to smoke at least a 100 cigarettes a day. Thus, after completing one more movie with him, coincidentally titled, Divorce His, Divorce Hers (1973), you finally divorced your second great love, in 1974.

Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton on the cover of NOVA (October 1966 issue)
Photographed by Douglas Kirkland

              But, both Burton and you, loved each other way too much. And reconciled, married in 1975. But this second marriage to Burton, wasn’t to last too long. You two divorced once again, this time for good, in 1976. Post that you married twice again; but that was more for companionship; and less to do with love, sex and romance. You were married to Republican politician, John Warner, and helped him with his electoral campaign. Meanwhile, you became an advocate for HIV and AIDS awareness, in the 80’s; along with actress Doris Day. You spent the 1980’s onward, raising money for various causes. You bravely persuaded President Ronald Reagan to acknowledge the disease for the first time in a speech in 1987, and publicly criticized presidents George H.W. Bush and Bill Clinton for lack of interest in combating the disease. You awarded for your humanitarian efforts, as well as for your contribution to the arts. You were the first celebrity to create a signature line of perfume. Soon other stars followed suit. And you founded a jewelry company, House of Taylor.

After having suffered most of your life, to physical ailments, mental depression and prescription drugs; you finally left the world of the living, aged 79, on the 23rd of March, Year 2011. But you live on, in our hearts; through your great cinematic ventures. You left behind a great legacy; as one of the last stars of classical Hollywood cinema, and also one of the first modern celebrities of Hollywood. You were among the lead actors, at the time Hollywood, and the world, went through a major transition. The 1960’s & 70’s decades.

               Here’s to you Ms. Elizabeth Taylor, a beautiful heart, and an equally beautiful actress. Thinking of you, on your 86th Birth Anniversary.

                                                                                                            Thanking you,

                                                                                        with Love, from one of your ardent fans, 

                                                                                                                             Nuwan Sen

picmonkey_image (12)

This Blog Post, in the form of a letter, is my contribution to the, THE ELIZABETH TAYLOR BLOGATHON, hosted by Crystal Kalyana of In The Good Old Days Of Classic Hollywood!!

 

Thank you Crystal, for letting me take part in this beautiful Blogathon.

Nuwan Sen’s Film Sense
#‎NuwanSensFilmSense

Happy Chinese New Year 2018!!! The Year of the DOG 🙂    

Dog (狗) Earthly Symbol of the Dog (戌)

Today is the Chinese New Year, and the Year of the Dog starts; and it shall end on 4th of February 2019!!!!!

Click on the Image

According to legend, the Chinese New Year started with villagers wearing the colour RED, and decorating their homes with red scrolls with red lanterns being hung around the village, and lighting crackers, to keep off a mythical beast called Nian. Apparently Nian use to appear on the night of the first New Moon of the year, destruct villages and devour children. But it was afraid of the colour RED. Thus, RED is significant with warding off evil. Today, it is the biggest Asian festival celebrated around the globe!!!!

Chinese Actresses, Gong Li (L) and Ziyi Zhang (R), with their Dogs

British/Nigerian Actor, David Oyelowo, with his three rescue Dogs

French Actor, Alain Delon, playing with his dogs (in various decades from the 1950’s to the 1980’s)

Gingerella (R) & Nudin (L) @ Play (January 30th, YEAR 2018)

The Obama’s with Bo & Sunny
Former American President, Barack Obama, includes his beloved pets, in their official Family Photograph; at the White House, in the Spring of Year 2015

Amazingly YEAR 1994, was the Year of the Dog, too!!! I had no idea back then. Year happens to be the best year of my teen life (from my teenage years). ’twas a crucial turning point in my life, when we went back to live in New Delhi, India, after six years. The next really crucial turning point in my life came 13 years later; whilst residing Down Under.

Born in June 1975, I’m a Rabbit. An interesting coincidence is, that according the Chinese zodiac, the most compatible sign with a person born in the Year of the Dog, happens to be, people born in the Year of the Rabbit. So an amazingly Perfect coincidence, would be if I get someone born in 1994 (so basically someone 18½/19 years younger than me 😀 ). Another interesting coincidence is the fact that, at the moment, I’m attracted to a 23 year old, I met late last year (thus, most probably was born in 1994; unless this person’s birthday was within these two months). We happen to accidentally meet day before yesterday, and I saw a picture of this pretty creature’s latest boyfriend, who’s in Germany, at the moment. Yeah! I ought to be used to unrequited love by now  😦 . Not that I believe in astrology (yet admire it, as a form of Art), but you know; wishful thinking !!!

With a pet Rabbit, in a suburb of Paris, France (17th August 2008)

With Gingerella & Nudin, in our Front Yard, at home (6th July 2016)

Wishing every one a Very Happy Chinese New Year/Dog year 2018 ❤

 

Greetings from
Nu Wan (Sen)
(i.e. Nuwan Sen)

Merry Christmas 2017 !!!!!

Originally a Pagan Ritual, worshiping Sol Invictus, the Sun God (which started in the Roman Empire in 274AD, on the shortest day of the year); the Christians took over some 60 years later, to celebrate the birth of Christ (Jesus Christ was not born on Christmas Day; his birth date is unknown, but speculated to be somewhere in the height of Summer, in July or August); coinciding with the Winter solstice. Today, the 2st century, it’s no more just a Christian religious holiday (except for the deeply devout), but an international holiday season. It does not matter, whether you are Christian/Anglican/Protestant/Catholic (or from any other religious branches pertaining to Christianity) or NOT; Religious or NOT; everyone one loves Christmas. No more, is it just to mark the birth of Christ; but fun filled holiday season, for all (whoever wants to enjoy this holiday).

’tis the season to jolly ……..

 

Have a Ball !!!!!

Christ might not have been born of Christmas Day, but these famous people were….

…..among many others!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY FELLOW BLOGGERS!!!!

Nuwan Sen

#NuwanARTS
#‎NuwanSensFilmSense

Today is Sen’s official . ❤ AND she is 3 years old. Time sure flies, she was just a tiny 5 week old saved puppy when I brought her home, in December 2014. How fast she’s grown up!! No celebration today, now she’s a big girl. 😀 Sharing some pictures of Gingy & , from today morning.

Gingerella‘s previous two Birthday’s

1st Birthday (1st November 2015)

Though I was going through a lot of stress and depression that particular day, as well, I somehow managed to get it all organised and have a small celebration; roping in my two best friends in this country, Saki & Rozanne; and I invited Saki’s then girlfriend as well! Thus ’twas a nice little Birthday Party for naughty little Gingerella Sen.

Gingy’s 1st Birthday Party!!
L to R: Nuwan Sen, Gingerella Sen, Rozanne de Silva & Sakvithi de Silva (The de Silva’s are unrelated)

Gingy & I, at her B’day party, with Saki and his girlfriend

2nd Birthday (1st November 2016)

Of course for Gingy’s 2nd Birthday, neither of my friends could make it. But I still had a li’l party, with 2 year old Gingy, and a 10 month old Nudin!!!

Gingerella’s 2nd Birthday Party (1st November 2016) 10 month old Nudin looks on wondering what’s up with Papa Nuwan (Gingy is not in this picture)

Gingerella’s 2nd Birthday (1st of November, Year of the Sweets; Sweet Year 2016)
Pretty in PINK: My Baby Girl in her Pink Party Dress

3rd Birthday, Today Morning

The Birthday Girl, Gingy, plays with her little brother, Nudin, today morning!!
An antique style, B/W creation, of one of the colour stills above!!

Loads of Love, to my darling four-legged babies!! ❤

Nuwan Sen

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

Cannes 70 ~

The 70th International Cannes Film Festival has come to an end. Unlike previous years, I couldn’t follow the festival properly this year, due to various reasons [well, the country is submerged in water for one thing; although the weather alone, in it’s entirety, is not to blame for it. The way the drainage systems here are built, covered with heavy cement slabs, there is no place for the water to go/seep through, but get stuck within the country, like a massive tank (added to which, there is a land mass being constructed into the ocean, in Colombo, which was on a standstill for way over two years, as the governments changed; and now they’ve restarted working on the stupid project). The way this country has gone to ruins, in every way possible, I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole country drowns into the bottom of the ocean, some day (fine, that’s a bit of an exaggeration; or is it?). Of course the monsoon rains and landslides are to blame too. Sadly a number of lives were lost, not just humans, but innocent animals, including cats and dogs, getting stuck in these drainage systems, and drowning. Many of these animals are ill treated in this inhumane country, as it is; but specifically on days like these, innocent animals suffer the most. People somehow manage to find food and shelter. Especially from aid, not only from us, from other countries, as well. Of course, Sri Lanka is not the only country facing a tragedy at the moment. What happened in Manchester, UK, and Beni Suef, in Egypt, are just as tragic]. But on a brighter note getting back to the Cannes Film Festival, this year. It wrapped up last night. And I patiently waited, till past midnight, in this watered down land, of this side of the ocean, to hear the results, on FRANCE24. And at 12 mid-night, the news started with it’s Encore at Cannes, special; with Lisa Nesselson and Eve Jackson announcing the great winners at Cannes 2017.

Cannes 70 ~ Palme d’Or – Gold palm leaf sprinkled with Diamonds

The Palme d’Or, this year, was a special trophy, with the Golden Palm decorated in snow speckled drops of diamonds on the leaf. This beautiful award went to, Swedish film director, Ruben Östlund’s, The Square (2017). Loosely based on Östlund’s own experiences, this Swedish film is about an Art curator, who is mugged, and decently hunts for the perpetrator, ending up in situations that make him question his own moral compass. The ‘Best Actor’ and ‘Best Actress’ awards, went to two Hollywood stars; Joaquin Phoenix, for the English language film, You Were Never Really Here (2017), and Diane Kruger, for her native, German movie, Aus dem Nichts (2017), a.k.a. In the Fade. The Grand Prix, the second-most prestigious honour, went to the French film, 120 Battements par Minute (2017), in English, known as, 120 Beats per Minute. Directed by Moroccan born, Robin Campillo; 120 Battements par Minute, also took home three more awards, including the Queer Palm. Sofia Coppola bagged the ‘Best Director’ award, for  The Beguiled (2017). ‘Best Screenplay’ was tied in; for Greek screenwriters, Yorgos Lanthimos and Efthymis Filippou, for The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017); and Scotland, UK’s Lynne Ramsay, for You Were Never Really Here. The Russian drama, Нелюбовь (2017), English title, Loveless, directed by Andrey Zvyagintsev, won the Jury Prize. A special 70th Anniversary Prize was given to Nicole Mary Kidman, who had four releases at Cannes this year.

Another year of the chic n’ classy Cannes, came to a cool finish, and I can’t wait to check out these films that made it to this fashionable festival, in the French Rivera. Love the Côte d’Azur. ❤

Nuwan Sen’s Film Sense

And for more…..let the pictures below, do the talking!!!!

Cannes 70 ~ Palme d’Or – Gold n’ Diamonds

Cannes 70 ~ Palme d’Or – Ruben Östlund

Cannes 70 ~ Palme d’Or – Diane Kruger

Cannes 70 ~ Palme d’Or – Joaquin Phoenix (with Jessica Chastain)

Cannes 70 ~ Italian Actress, Monica Bellucci & President of the Jury, Spanish Film Director, Pedro Almodovar, walk on the stage, at the opening ceremony,of the 70th International Cannes Film Festival

Cannes 70 ~ Catherine Deneuve (Then & Now)

Cannes 70 ~ Robert Pattinson

Cannes 70 ~ Cool n’ Classy: Marion Cotillard, Louis Garrel & Charlotte Gainsbourg

Cannes 70 ~ Adèle Haene of 120 Battements par Minute (2017)

Cannes 70 ~ Director Sofia Coppola, with the cast of The Beguiled (2017)

Cannes 70 ~ Sonam Kapoor in Gold n’ Diamonds

Cannes 70 ~ Indian Film Actress n’ Fashionista, Sonam Kapoor

Cannes 70 ~ Julianne Moore

Nuwan Sen (NSFS)
#‎NuwanSensFilmSense

giovanni-dupre-1817-1882

Remembering Giovanni Duprè (1817 -1882), on his 200th Birth Anniversary.

Giovanni Duprè's Cain

Giovanni Duprè’s Cain

Giovanni Duprè's Sappho

Giovanni Duprè’s Sappho

Giovanni Duprè's The Infant Dionysus

Giovanni Duprè’s The Infant Dionysus

Born in Siena, Tuscany, Italy; on the 1st of March, Year 1817; Giovanni Duprè, was a prolific Italian sculptor, of the 19th century; who was highly influenced by Renaissance art. His creations; specifically his life size sculpture of the dead, Abel; presaged the beginning of the sad demise of Neoclassicism in Italian sculpture. Giovanni Duprè died in Florence, Italy, less than two months away, from his 65th Birthday.

The Picture of Giovanni Duprè

The Picture of Giovanni Duprè

Nuwan Sen & ARTS

Happy New Year 2017

Wishing all my fellow Bloggers a Peaceful, stress free and Happy; New Year, for YEAR 2017!!!

(I)

(I)

(II)

(II)

Sean Connery

(III)

(IV)

(IV)

(V)

(V)

(VI)

(VI)

(VII)

(VII)

 

Out of the Se7en, Suave n’ Sophisticated Gentlemen pictured above, which is your favourite photograph??? And can you guess all seven classily dressed people above????

Nuwan Sen’s Film Sense
#‎NuwanSensFilmSense

P.S. Today also happens to be ’s 1st Official Birthday!! Plus (Atta) my maternal Grandfather’s, 97th Birth Anniversary!!

Nuwan Sen ❤

Has it been almost 11months already? Is it already the last month, of Sweet Year 2016?? Time sure flies!!
nudin-on-the-6th-decembre-2016-2Nudin – a New Day, in a New Year!!
Let’s go back to the beginning, of the Year of the Sweets!! ❤ ❤
Day 8, Year 2016!!

On the 8th of January, Year 2016, early in the morning, one of our neighbour’s had called to say, that a litter of new born puppies had been abandoned at the entrance of Siripura (our Private Housing Scheme). I was fast asleep. When I woke up, and was told about this, I called to inquire. My neighbour mentioned, she called me to find out, about the foster parent of my dog (), from where I adopted her, in December 2014. But it was OK now, as the pups were taken, by another neighbour, to people involved with saving them, but sadly one male pup had been left behind. I went and brought him home, then and there.

He was just about a few days old, dirty (it has rained the previous day), with his tiny eyelids tightly shut, he fit into the palm of my hand. Poor little frightened fellow, was shivering, until I put him on my chest, and he slowly started to relax. How could people be so cruel, as to just dump them somewhere? And what might the poor mother of these newborns be going through, with her whole litter removed from her? Ugh!! This Dogist nation, so called Buddhist country. The more religious the people of this shit hole are, the more inhumane they tend to be. They wouldn’t sterilize their dogs (as they feel it’s not a good thing to do), but have no qualms about throwing newly born pups to die in the streets. And my puppies weren’t born to some poor family, that can’t afford to take care of the dogs, this new common mongrel, supposedly had, Alsatian/German Shepherd roots. As my dogs’ vet mentioned later. Added to which, there was a scar on the tiny newborn’s head. Apparently (again according to the vet), somebody had hit his skull, with a sharp object, most probably hoping it would die. Hard to believe, such disgusting people still exist. It’s really sad!!!

I already had a dog, and didn’t plan to have another one, but this was more about saving a life, than just having a pet. So I adopted him, cleaned him up, took care of him, nursed him back to health. Poor fellow would wake up, at odd hours in the middle of the night, drink his milk, and sleep on my chest. So basically I had to stay awake. I was afraid if I fell asleep, I’d accidentally squash him. If I tried to lift him and put him in the basket, he’d wail. He was most comfortable, especially in the middle of the night, lying on my chest, sleeping, whilst listening to the rhythm of my heartbeat. This went on for a week or so, and then slowly I’d leave him in the basket.

Meanwhile, Gingerella (a.k.a. Gingy), my elder dog, though at first a bit confused, was a great support, like a true caring big sister, to him. The first few days, she didn’t lie down, but stood keeping guard, and letting us know, as soon as he woke up crying. He’d cry after he urinated, defecated and/or was hungry, throughout the day. The first few days, Gingy, didn’t even sit down, stood keeping an eye, babysitting this new addition to the family. After, days of having no sleep, when I started keeping him, in the basket, as soon as he woke, Gingy would run around waking up everyone. Poor girl, she hardly had any sleep herself. When the little one was teething, he use to bite Gingy. Though in pain, she winced, but never hurt him. Only 14 months apart, she had a maternal instinct. They adore each other, of course today, you see them wrestling one another, it’s war. But in a playful manner. Now Gingy is 2 years, & 1 month, old (thus 25 months altogether). And the little fellow is just 11 months. He’s a New Years baby!!

What did I name the little fellow? It took me a while to come up with a name (but named him, on the same day I brought him though). Initially, since he was like a little black blob, I wondered whether I ought to call him, ‘‘Blackie’’. It was too common a name, and I came up with a few other names, that would hint at the start of a new year, but I finally named him ‘‘’’. WHAT?? One might wonder. Well I took the word ‘New’, in English (& used it, as I spell the first two letters of my name ‘Nu’), and added ‘Din’, which means ‘Day’ in Hindi; to create ‘‘Nudin’’!! Meaning ‘‘New Day’’ (‘‘Naya Din’’ in Hindi). After all, he was most probably born in the New Year (the vet stated he could be anywhere from just 5 to 10 days old). Thus ‘‘Nudin’’ is the perfect name for him!! And I decided, the 1st of January, shall be his official Birthday!!!!!
A New Life for the New Year!! Year 2016!!

Can’t believe he’s already in the last month, of the first year of his life!! He’s gone through a lot. From sterilization (which both my dogs have gone through), to operating deformations on his two hind paws (with numerous visits to the vet, Nudin was in bandages, for a whole month, in September 2016), to a neighbour’s trio of dogs attacking, especially through our gate (recently they pulled out one of his claws, from his front left paw, and he was in bandages yet again, for days this time. It’s yet heal, for the soft tissue is exposed and vulnerable till the claw grows back), and what not. BUT, much like his Papa Nuwan (i.e. me of course), he is a survivor. No amount of physical or psychological pain, thrown at us, from this Dog forsaken country, they’d never be able to drag us down with them. This envious green country shall never achieve in destroying our inner strength and survival instincts.

My babies are my life!!
Love you two darlings, Gingerella and Nudin Sen!!
Wish you all the happiness in the universe!!!

With Love,
Nuwan Sen (Papa Nuwan)

The Growth of Nudin
(In Pictures)
Have a look at the Growth of Nudin, in the Year of the Sweets, from 8th of January, to now, 6th of December, 2016!!!

nudin-of-the-year-of-the-sweets-header

DAY ONE: When I brought the little Puppy home. Gingerella inquisitively explores, this new arrival! 8th January 2016

DAY ONE: When I brought the little Puppy home.
Gingerella inquisitively explores, this new arrival!
PIX: 8th January 2016

DAY ONE: The Little fellow relaxing on my chest (8th January 2016)

DAY ONE: The Little fellow relaxing on my chest (8th January 2016)

DAY TWO: Nudin Sen, in his new (temporary) bed basket (9th January 2016)

DAY TWO: Nudin Sen, in his new (temporary) bed basket (9th January 2016)

DAY THREE: Gingerella taking care of her new sibling, on my bed (10th January 2016)

DAY THREE: Gingerella taking care of her new sibling, on my bed (10th January 2016)

DAY THREE: Gingerella already started training Nudin, in the front yard (10th January 2016)

DAY THREE: Gingerella already started training Nudin, in the front yard (10th January 2016)

DAY FOUR: Sibling Love <3 Gingerella & Nudin Sen

DAY FOUR: Sibling Love ❤
Gingerella & Nudin Sen (11th January 2016)

DAY FOUR: Gingerella lovingly takes care of the new member of the family, her little brother, Nudin!! (11th January 2016)

DAY FOUR: Gingerella lovingly takes care of the new member of the family, her little brother, Nudin!! (11th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Nudin getting comfortable in his new home, starts to explore, close proximity, the house around him, quite blindly (12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Nudin getting comfortable in his new home, starts to explore, close proximity, the house around him, quite blindly (12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Sibling Love <3 (12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Sibling Love ❤
(12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: When I'm working in the evenings, on my laptop, I'd keep Nudin on the table, so that I could keep an eye on him. He use sleep comfortably on the table!!! (12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: When I was working, especially in the evenings, on my laptop, I use to keep Nudin on the table, so that I could keep an eye on him. He use to sleep comfortably on the table!!!
(12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Fast asleep, next to Papa Nuwan’s laptop!! (12th January 2016)

DAY FIVE: Fast asleep, next to Papa Nuwan’s laptop!!
(12th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Nudin was still being bottle fed, but he enjoyed disrupting Gingerella's food. Gingy didn't mind (13th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Nudin was still being bottle fed, but he enjoyed disrupting food meant for Gingerella.
Gingy did not mind (13th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Enjoying playing with Gingy’s food!! (13th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Enjoying playing with Gingy’s food!!
(13th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Disrupting his elder sister’s dinner (13th January 2016)

DAY SIX: Disrupting his elder sister’s dinner (13th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: Nudin & I, in my room!! (14th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: Nudin & I, in my room!! (14th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: Gingy & Nudin, resting on my bed (14th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: Gingy & Nudin, resting on my bed (14th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: In the evening, soon after Nudin had his milk. Gingerella use to watch me feed Nudin with the milk bottle, but never disturbed me (14th January 2016)

DAY SEVEN: In the evening, soon after Nudin had his milk.
Gingerella use to watch me feed Nudin with the milk bottle, but never disturbed me (14th January 2016)

Nudin got to use the dog-bed I brought for Gingerella. Gingy was too big for the bed, when I bought it. PIX: 16th January 2016

Nudin got to use the dog-bed I brought for Gingerella. Gingy was too big for the bed, when I bought it.
PIX: 16th January 2016

Naughty Nudin (20th January 2016)

Naughty Nudin, in my palm (20th January 2016)

Nudin playing with his elder sister! Like a mother, she took care of him!! PIX: 20th January 2016

Nudin playing with his elder sister! Like a mother, she took care of him!!
PIX: 20th January 2016

Gingy & Nudin, in the Pantry-cum-Dinning room, with their Granny (my mum), during Gingerella’s lunch time (21st January 2016)

Gingy & Nudin, in the Pantry-cum-Dinning room, with their Granny (my mum), during Gingerella’s lunch time (21st January 2016)

Maternal Love <3 Sibling Love <3 Nudin sleeping on Gingy’s furry belly!! PIX: 22nd January 2016

Maternal Love ❤
Sibling Love ❤
Nudin sleeping on Gingy’s furry belly!!
PIX: 22nd January 2016

Nudin reaching HIGH!! He tries to get at Gingy’s food, placed on the first step!! PIX: 24th January 2016!!

Nudin reaching HIGH!!
He tries to get at Gingy’s food, placed on the first step!!
PIX: 24th January 2016!!

Nudin disrupting Gingerella’s food, as usual (25th January 2016)

Nudin disrupting Gingerella’s food, as usual (25th January 2016)

Nudin’s First Bath (till then I cleaned him with a wet tissues) PIX: 26th January 2016

Nudin’s First Bath (till then I cleaned him with wet tissues)
PIX: 26th January 2016

Bathing Nudin, Gingerella looks on!! (26th January 2016)

Bathing Nudin, Gingerella looks on!! (26th January 2016)

Nudin scratching Papa Nuwan’s moustache!! Nudin use to love playing with/biting my moustache, beard and hair. He still bites and pulls at my hair sometimes (ouch!!) PIX: 27th January 2016

Nudin scratching Papa Nuwan’s moustache!!
Nudin used to love playing with/biting my moustache, beard and hair. He still bites and pulls at my hair sometimes (ouch!!)
PIX: 27th January 2016

Little Nudin watching the Pantry/Dinning area, from the passage!! (29th January 2016)

Little Nudin watching the Pantry/Dinning area, from the passage!! (29th January 2016)

After a month, we tried to wean him off the bottle. Nudin seen here, enjoying him milk and Pedigree!! PIX: 10th February 2016

After a month, we tried to wean him off the bottle.
Nudin seen here, enjoying his milk and Pedigree!!
PIX: 10th February 2016

Lunch Time (12th February 2016)

Lunch Time (12th February 2016)

Nudin asleep with his favourite stuffed toy, Scooby-Doo (today that toy is in pieces, sans stuffing). PIX: 17th February 2016

Nudin asleep with his favourite stuffed toy, Scooby-Doo (today that toy is in pieces, sans stuffing).
PIX: 17th February 2016

It took a couple of months, to wean Nudin off the bottle completely. PIX: 21st February 2016 (Close to midnight)!!

It took a couple of months, to wean Nudin off the bottle completely.
PIX: 21st February 2016 (Close to midnight)!!

Gingerella & Nudin Sen, in the front yard (23rd February 2016)

Gingerella & Nudin Sen, in the front yard (23rd February 2016)

When my next door neighbour, and close friend, visited!! Nudin Sen with Rozanne De Silva (4th March 2016)

When my next door neighbour, and close friend, visited!!
Nudin Sen with Rozanne de Silva (4th March 2016)

When another close friend visited. Nudin Sen with Sakvithi de Silva (a.k.a. Saki) (9th March 2016)

When another close friend visited.
Nudin Sen with Sakvithi de Silva (a.k.a. Saki)
(9th March 2016)

Gingerella & Nudin, playing in the front yard (3rd April 2016)

Gingerella & Nudin, playing in the front yard (3rd April 2016)

When relatives visited!! Nudin & I, with my Cousin neice, Kaumali (i.e. my cousin’s daughter)

When relatives visited!! (17th April 2016)
Nudin & I, with my Cousin niece, Kaumali (i.e. my first cousin’s daughter)

Nuwan & Nudin Sen!! The two of us, in the front yard (10th June 2016)

Nuwan & Nudin Sen!!
The two of us, in the front yard (10th June 2016)

Gingerella, Nudin & I, in the garage (10th June 2016)

Gingerella, Nudin & I, in the garage (10th June 2016)

Gingy, Nudin & I, at the entrance, in our front yard (10th June 2016)

Gingy, Nudin & I, at the entrance, in our front yard (10th June 2016)

My Parents with Nudin (11th June 2016)

My Parents with Nudin (11th June 2016)

Gingerella and Nudin, playing in the front yard (21st June 2016)

Gingerella and Nudin, playing in the front yard (21st June 2016)

My Babies & I, on my 41st Birthday (22nd JUNE 2016)

My Babies & I, on my 41st Birthday (22nd JUNE 2016)

My Babies, playing in the garage (23rd June 2016)

My Babies, playing in the garage (23rd June 2016)

My pups, playing in the garage (23rd June 2016)

My pups, playing in the garage (23rd June 2016)

My Babies & I, in the front yard (6th July 2016)

My Babies & I, in the front yard (6th July 2016)

Nudin jumps on me, and Gingy looks on behind (28th July 2016)

Nudin jumps on me, and Gingy looks on behind (28th July 2016)

Nudin & Gingy, plaing in the front yard (26th August 2016)

Nudin & Gingy, playing in the front yard (26th August 2016)

Gingerella looks through her favourite arch, in our house, into the living room; whilst Nudin stands atop the stairs (31st August 2016)

Gingerella looks through her favourite arch, in our house, into the living room; whilst Nudin stands atop the stairs (31st August 2016)

Nudin in my Bedroom, on my Bed (4th October 2016)

Nudin in my Bedroom, on my Bed (4th October 2016)

Nudin with his new harness, on Gingerella’s 2nd Birthday (November 1st in Gingy’s official Birthday) PIX: 1st November 2016

Nudin with his new harness, on Gingerella’s 2nd Birthday (November 1st, in Gingy’s official Birthday)
PIX: 1st November 2016

Nudin Sen, on Gingerella Sen’s official 2nd Birthday (1st November 2016)

Nudin Sen, on Gingerella Sen’s official 2nd Birthday (1st November 2016)

Gingy & Nudin, on Gingy’s 2nd Birthday  PIX: 1st November 2016

Gingy & Nudin, on Gingy’s 2nd Birthday (Nudin was too afraid to move in his new, soft clothed, turquoise blue, harness)
PIX: 1st November 2016

The Gatekeepers: Nudin & Gingy love looking out, through the gate!!  Keeping a lookout (7th November 2016)

The Gatekeepers: Nudin & Gingy love looking out, through the gate!!
Keeping a lookout (7th November 2016)

Wrestling Match: My babies fight all the time, but they never harm each other (touchwood!) PIX: 7th November 2016

Wrestling Match: My babies fight all the time, but they never harm each other (touchwood!)
PIX: 7th November 2016

Nudin, looking Alert, on my bed!! (29th November 2016)

Nudin, looking Alert!, on my bed!! (29th November 2016)

Today: 11 month old Nudin, today morning, under the dinning table (one of his favourite spots, our home)!!! PIX: 6th December 2016

Today: 11 month old Nudin, today morning, under the dinning table (one of his favourite spots, in our home)!!!
PIX: 6th December 2016

Also see my post on my FB page, from the day I brought home.
Link:- https://www.facebook.com/nuwan.sen.7/posts/1500954503540536

AND see my four legged fur balls, own Facebook page, Gingerella Sen!!
Plus, my Blog Post on Gingy (Gingerella) from December 2014!!!
nuwan-sen-kids
Nuwan Sen (NS)
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Août 16' 001

Aparna Sen’s Parama (1984), a.k.a. Paroma, is a brilliant piece of Indian Art House Cinema. A story of a woman, who’s lived the first 40 years of her life, belonging to others; and at the age of 40, finally finds herself. At 40, she finds her own true identity; as Parama. Not the daughter-in-law, Parama!! Not the wife, Parama!! Not the mother, Parama!! Not the housewife, Parama!! BUT, the individual, Parama!! Through a passionate extramarital affair, with a young man, she learns to live, for herself, and not others.

Bollywood superstar, of the 70’s & 80’s, actress Rakhee, plays the lead titular character, in this Art Film from the state of West Bengal; of which I watched the Hindi language version. I’m not sure, as to whether the movie was made in Bengali, and Hindi, simultaneously; or whether it was made in Bengali, and dubbed into Hindi. But if it were dubbed into Hindi; it’s a damn good dubbing; for the lip movements are well in sync with the Hindi dialogues. Of course, this is not a Bollywood film. Bollywood films, represent the Bombay (now know as, Mumbai) Film Industry; based in the capital city, of the state of Maharashtra. Plus, Bollywood films, are mostly of the commercial genre, made mostly in the Hindi language. There are rare few Art Films in Bollywood, and even rarer films made in English as well. Parama is a movie from the Indian state of West Bengal. Films made in Bengal generally tend to be Art House Films, and Parama is an art film, made by one of the most prolific Indian directors ever; Aparna Sen. She, has made films (and acted) in, the English language, the national language of India (i.e. Hindi), as well as in her mother tongue (from her state), Bengali. Director, Aparna Sen plays a supporting role as Parama’s closest ally and confidant; her best friend and an intellectual, in Parama.

Rakhee looks bewitchingly beautiful, with her Parveen Babi bangs, and long luscious hair hanging loose.

Rakhee looks bewitchingly beautiful, with her Parveen Babi bangs, and long luscious hair, hanging loose.

Parama depicts, the life of many a married Indian women, living within an archaic patriarchal society, where the woman’s place is at home; a subject matter that is relevant even today. And of course, these women, too, are content, with their lives, taking care of household chores, and playing second fiddle to their husbands, and the husband’s family. Not all Indian women tend to underestimate themselves, definitely not the modern thinkers and feminists, especially from the 1970’s onwards. But majority of Indian society, thrives on such blind traditions; that any deviations are looked as the work of the devil. Most women, are not meant to have an individuality, and aren’t allowed to think for themselves. Thus, most women do subject themselves, to a routine life, on what they have been prepared for since birth; i.e. taking care of the needs of one’s husband, and his family. Modern, intellectual women, who move out of their comfort zones, is a rarity in India. But it does exist, especially in cities like New Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkata. Yet, India is a massive country, with an equally massive population; where it’s not easy to educate and modernise an entire nation. And being a largely poor country, with majority of Mother India, suffering for hunger; it’s hard to eradicate poverty on it’s entirety, as well. But many a NGO’s, other charitable organisations, et al; do try their best. And the improvement, of even a small percentage of society; is proof of it. If India was a tiny island, with a considerably less of a population crisis; no doubt it would have been a rare first world nation, floating in the Indian ocean. With their progress, in aesthetics, economy, culture; if there wasn’t so much poverty, and land mass to cover; they’d be one of the most popular places on earth, as opposed to the notoriety, they’ve been associated with; especially when comes to the treatment of women, and poverty.
Août 16' 012Parama (Rakhee) is one such housewife, living in a well to do household, who is content with her routine life, obligations and limitations. We find out, from her group of intellectual modern female friends, who’ve all climbed up the ladder, that Parama, was a Sitar player, with great potential; but had to give it all up when she got married, and immersed herself into, so called marital duties. When she married, she married his entire family. In fact she hasn’t even studied further, not done a degree, a vocational course, nothing. So scope for her to have a life for the self, seems limited. Then one day, a famous young Indian photographer, Rahul (Mukul Sharma), based in New York, USA; visits Calcutta (the capital of the state of West Bengal, which today is known as, Kolkata, where this movie is set). Rahul comes to do a photo essay, for a prestigious, American magazine, on Indian housewives, focusing on one individual. He sees Parama, and is infatuated by her grace and beauty, he chooses her on the spot. She refuses; but her husband’s family pushes her to do so; along with her trio of teenaged kids. On the first day of the shoot, Rahul just asks her one question, “What do you think, Paroma?”, he wants to know what makes her click! And he clicks, with his camera, as she starts to unravel her brain, which she seems to have shut off, entirely, post marriage.

Rakhee as Parama (a.k.a. Paroma)

Rakhee as Parama (a.k.a. Paroma)

Soon Rahul and Parama, fall into each others arms, in a sexual affair, of love and lust. Her husband’s family never suspects. Them not suspecting, is less to do with their trust towards her, but more to do with them taking her for granted. They never feel she is capable of any feelings, or any human emotions, outside, her robotic household duties. Once Rahul leaves, for an assignment, the lovers secretly exchange love letters; a kind of romance she obviously never had before; and probably she was married off, through an arranged marriage, by the elders; and wasn’t her decision in the first place. It’s with Rahul, Parama first discovers true happiness.

Unfortunately, it’s found out, that she secretly posed for a sexy photo shoot, for her lover, Rahul. Meanwhile, with no news of the whereabouts of the photographer, all hell breaks loose. She is discarded by her husband’s family. Even her two elder children, refuse to accept her. Only the youngest child, still in his preteens/entering his teens, seems to still feel affection towards his mother. We wonder, what happened to Rahul?? Did he con her?? Is he dead?? Or captured?? He’s just vanished from her life, all of a sudden.

The sexy photograph, that results in Parama being disgraced by the family.

The sexy photograph, that results in Parama being disgraced by the family.

The movie is sympathetic towards the wife, even though she has an extramarital affair. And explores, the double standards, in Indian society. Men are accepted, being immoral (for we see the husband’s eyes stray towards other women as well), but a woman, if not morally superior; she is cast out, looked down on, and degraded. She might have made a mistake, but she learned from it. She ultimately opens her eyes, and we realise, she doesn’t need the support of a man, and marriage, to have a fulfilling life. Only her teenage daughter seems to understand.

This is an excellent movie, by Aparna Sen. I highly recommend it. From the narrative, to the set décor, to the brilliant cinematography; this is one of the greatest films ever made. Watch out for the close-ups on Parama, exposing her vulnerability, her simplicity, her metamorphosis from a common housewife to an individual who can think for herself. Plus, see the silent role, played by a common looking potted plant, Parama’s very unique beloved plant; the significance of which, sways through nostalgia into her being able to free herself from societal chains forced on her. Remembering the name of the plant finally, and zooming out of the window. We know she’s a new woman. A woman of today, who’s not afraid of anything, anymore.

Rakhee & the Euphorbia Cotinifolia, in a scene from Parama (1984)

Rakhee & the Euphorbia Cotinifolia, in a scene from Parama (1984)

Parama (1984), a.k.a. Paroma, is a must watch, for any film buff. I watched this movie, online, on Youtube, on Wednesday, 10th of August, 2016!!

My Rating: Pure Excellence!! 10/10!!!!!      

Nuwan Sen’s Film Sense