Picture Dekho bhai Picture..

Of all things imaginary and insulting,movies sit at the very top of the unreality chain i think. Where the brighter than bright colours of a girl's almost-see-through skirt and the incredible aeronautical stuntmanship of a hero and where the self-degrading fighting for a bus-seat or the tug-of-war over the coupon counter of a McDonalds on a weekend.The paradigms are too disparate to absorb.There have been some good movies though;like that kaala thing amidst lots of dal;stuff that pumps up the joie de'vivre and make you feel that man really knows how to keep himself entertained.
After much haranguing and cajoling,I reluctantly agreed on going to a movie,the novel on which it was based,being an unnecessary waste of trees in papyrus form.I am talking of Bourne Ultimatum.No matter who has anything nice to say about the novel,it truly was a BORE ULTIMATUM.
So it was with some quaint misgiving that i went to PVR Saket to check this movie out.Of course,the saving grace had been its prequels.Matt Damon makes men want to join street-fighting classes and the women to..well..they just want him.
The "multiplex" leaves much to be desired.Seats have been furnished with the assumption that delhiites have the build of a shriveled Vietcong,hungry & tortured; whose legs've been cut off to boot.Which is flattering them too way much,dude.I had to revive my territorial instincts and keep fighting for some arm-rest space throughout the movie.Thankfully the couple sitting beside me were as disparate as chalk and cheese...while the girl kept throwing her torso on her X chromosome like it was her bed, he was truly embarrassed and kept his eyes pn the screen,trying to drown her whining for some fondling with the indifference of a turtle.He could've been a friend under other circs I thought,I dwelt amusedly.
As for the Ultimatum,it finally managed to reveal its esoteric screenplay and sequences by depicting as lucidly as one explains to a retarded child,the reason for Bourne's hyper activeness and penchant for conspiracy theories.The baddies go to jail.Bourne defied all odds and spiritually awakens a jaw-boned CIA assassin on the way to permanent dis solvency and a quiet scenic home somewhere in the world;where he will hopefully remain and save us from yet another sequel!Frankly,I loved it.The pace of the story was Formula 1 material;the intelligent unraveling of scene and strategy were refreshing.The girls were a damned bad show though.No sizzles there.You cant have it all I guess.Why cant hindi movies be as engaging,keeps saying my muse.Or is it that Bollywood really hates to strain the film-goer's sense of logic or common sense?
Leaving the cool auditorium and walking into the chilly Delhi night,I was in good spirits.If only life were as fast as movies..:(