I didn’t quite make notes on 20 scenes, but I managed to get to the end of Act One. Enough to give myself the reward. The movie was showing at Kimball’s Twin Peaks, which used to be The Peak Theater when I was a girl. They’ve divided it into two theaters and now serve wine and fancy coffees, but they also show great films no one else airs, and the setting is agreeably retro.
All the words I keep coming up with to describe the movie are too pale to do justice to the pink and marigold yellow of it. I love Mira Nair’s use of color. I love the music she chooses. She presents human relationships with great tenderness, vast love.
And I love that Indian movie stars are not all perfectly perfect. Heartrendingly beautiful at times, but all the more believable and engrossing because I believe in them as real human beings.
Go see it. Come back and tell me you did.