44. Chupke Chupke (1975) — My first encounter with Old(ish) Bollywood, and I love it to bits. What a terribly fun ride with chuckles aplenty; the only downside is that one has to go through an all’s-well-ends-well ending, which I’d of course prefer to the awful gotcha kind! Amazingly leads oozing charisma (ooh, Dharmendra …) (oh my gosh, he’s the dad of Sunny Deol and Bobby Deol, and Esha Deol [with Hema Malini!]!!) (and wah, Jaya Bachchan, formerly Bhaduri, is cooler than I thought), mischievous pranks endearingly rendered, delightfully humorous plot, fizzly pop chemistry amongst the actors, and fulsome direction, all making for a refreshing unmessed-up time in front of the wiiiiidescreen TV. Delish. Looking very much forward to more! more! more!
Just realised — Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa –> My Best Friend’s Wedding –> Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi Hai? We will see.
Found this beatific quote from Maurice Sendak, hallowed illustrator and author behind Where the Wild Things Are, worth remembering:
You see I’m no longer concerned with drawing. I’m counting on many decades of experience to come through for me; style and technique have become second nature. My heroes, too, have become a part of me in my old age: Dickens, Blake, everybody I’ve ripped off and stolen from! Instead of paying homage to them as a trembling student, as I did in my earlier works, I feel as if I’ve swallowed them whole.
One of the few graces of getting old — and God knows there are few graces — is that if you’ve worked hard and kept your nose to the grindstone, something happens. The body gets old, but the creative mechanism is refreshed, smoothed and oiled and honed. That is the grace. That is the splendid grace. And I think that is what’s happening to me. I’m afraid of getting old. I’m afraid of my body failing me. And yet there’s this other side, this young side. Mama mia! How many people can claim such a thing?
(From page 181, Ways of Telling: Conversations on the Act of the Picture Book by Leonard S Marcus [New York: Dutton Children’s Books, 2002])