Absolutely freezing. A sharp Easterly wind has conveyed itself across London over the last week or so – with only a slight hint that it might be decaying on this cold, but sometimes sunny Sunday.

Looking forward to the Spring? Absolutely. The daffodil shoots are visible on the grass verges in outer Brent. Soon they will be in bloom of a bright, and sometimes rich, yellow.

Which brings me nicely to one of the latest Indian Cinema productions gracing the screens of some larger multiplexes in suburban London lately: Rang de Basanti. (Which literally translated from Hindi means “the colour yellow”.) There are so many reviews of this film out there I won’t even attempt to try to review it properly other than to say that it was an interesting film. I would even go so far as to say that this production stands out from the staple of Indian Cinema output – but I suppose this sort of film could absolutely become staple in due course.

Our Protector. The Best of Helper. Absolutely.
(Stuck to a lamp post in side-street in Whitechapel near Aldgate, East London)

I went to see it at a multiplex in Feltham (which I always associate as a place where the nation’s young offenders are locked up) – and am amazed that this cinema manages to insulate itself very well from the thunder of jumbo jets taking off at nearby Heathrow Airport. (The cinema is directly underneath the flight path of the runways which are less than a kilometre away.)

Things that impressed me about the film: *some* of the cinematography was excellent. *some* of the music was very fitting and iconic (in a Thelma & Loiuse kind of style) and the storyline was mostly well put-together even if it was little preposterous. But the latter can be forgiven somewhat.

Things that annoyed me about the film: Amir Khan: who I *used* to like as an actor is absolutely in the wrong role in this film; he just DOES NOT work as a university student amongst his character comrades at all in my opinion. I shall always benchmark him with his role in Lagaan or Dil Chata Hai – and his role in Rang de Basanti just so doesn’t work. Also: the gang of friends at the centre of this “male bonding” movie broke out into playful childish-like song way too often than was necessary to emphasise their comaradarie. (Did I spell that right?) And finally: there were times during the film where shortcuts in the editing process were very noticable – and frankly quite crap. (Sigh)

Other than these – it was a great film – glad I watched it in the end. Despite the interestingly critical review by Anand at MDEII.

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