It’s time for my long-overdue writeup of the second Bollywood movie I watched on my binge, Jodhaa Akbar.
The title is the names of the two main characters, real figures from India’s history. So the title is basically Angelina Brad, but … you know… Hindi.
Going further back in time to the 1500’s, we watch two gorgeous, powerful people get married against their wishes. Fortunately they’re not only total babes, they both have awesome hearts, so it’s only a matter of time until they fall for each other. They just have some pesky religious differences. It’ll all be over soon, I promise.
“Ugh, we’re just both so hot!”
As if that wasn’t enough emotional drama for you, they manage to squeeze in the death of a brother, an Iago-like devious nanny, the sexiest sword fight ever, and a war that’s over before it started due to a duel (spoiler alert: the hot good guy wins). Every plot line in this movie lasts about 20 minutes. It’s wild.
The hotness continues.
The music is also by A.R. Rahman, so it’s pretty legit. It’s mostly cheesy love songs, although there are two love songs that I dig. One is love for the Hindu gods, and the other is love for Akbar himself, when he lifts a tax that everyone hated. For that number they got like a jillion traditional dancers and it’s awesome. If you’re into that kind of thing.
This wasn’t even my favorite one I watched. More on THAT later.
What a horrible title. But seriously, I’ve been addicted to Bollywood movies/music for the past week. So far, I’ve watched Lagaan and Jodhaa Akbar, both amazing movies in their respective subject matter. Let’s learn about the first one I watched.
Lagaan is basically Bad News Bears, but in the 1890’s India with cricket. The underdog team of Indian village folk (specifically the town cool guy, Bhuvan), who at the time know nothing about the poncy British game of hitting balls with paddles, enter in a bet to stop their taxes for three years if they win a game against evil Captain “my sideburns are ridiculous” Russell. If the villagers lose, they have to pay triple tax and thus basically starve to death, so tensions are high.
"Don’t forget my mustache!"
Fortunately for them, Russell has a babeish sister who helps the villagers learn the game, and proceeds to fall in love with Bhuvan, resulting in a strange love triangle that Bollywood always does so well.
To boot, Lagaan has a killer soundtrack by everyone’s favorite A.R. Rahman. It’s also a great opportunity to learn the game of cricket, something I knew basically nothing about. By the end I was able to appreciate the intensity of the scoring system. Wickets!!
Here is a pretty shot from the song where everyone professes their love for Bhuvan. I’d check out this movie if you like: Bollywood, Bollywood music, A.R. Rahman, cricket, underdog stories, and crazy dudes with large beards.
Specifically Rajesh Vivek in all his fuzzy glory. He’s also in Jodhaa Akbar, a romp through sexual desire while dodging assassination attempts. More on that later.
Did I say I was going to do a gif a day for a week? I lied. I forgot to update over the weekend, so I’m doing another post.
I love 28 Days Later. It has amazing themes, an interesting take on zombies, and a beautiful man being beautiful (who knew Cillian “Villian” Murphy was such a hottie? Answer: I knew).
This moment, when the line between rage-infested zombies and rage-driven humans is especially fine, Cillian brings this point home by inflicting some shudder-inducing damage. Is the shudder of pleasure watching a hottie taking out a baddie or of fear for my own ocular region? I’LL NEVER TELL.
Alien is not only one of my favorite horror films, it’s on my top five favorite movies of all time. Everything from the way it’s edited (it feels almost like a documentary), to the moodiness of the set, to the design of the aliens, to the strong female character, all make it perfect.
This part is iconic for a reason: it’s horrible to imagine happening to yourself or anyone, its production is amazing, and the situation feels so real. The way everyone just pauses in a “what the hell was that” moment makes me gasp, too. I can almost feel Kane struggling beneath my arms.