If you have Netflix then check out this movie
Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi
It’s sweet to see a love story again. A deception. You know all along he will be found out. Beautiful scenes of India, a look at culture, songs, and love.
It’s really cool to review only the ones you like. Those who do this for a living have to bring tiny scalpels. They know more stuff than I. Also I’m late. My cat ate my review and I had to……..it’s a long story.
The header is good, the music is great, I watch the credits like I do with the good ones. Here is a quote:
“Oh God why do you add spice to our sugar sweet love story?”
…or something like that. …bloggers do extensive research. Everyone knows that.
It’s just about the best sugar sweet love story with spice I’ve seen in a while. Don’t worry Aunt Grace they put the words on the screen so ya’ll kin see what they are a sayin’
This little video clip strikes a pose for the movie. An artistic pose. Is it a conflict between the new and the old as well as a conflict between western culture and other cultures. Is it tradition itself versus Brando and Dean? Is it a cliche’. Yes and it’s, well it’s,
It’s a walloping good story with great music. That’s what it is. A story where you love these people not these characters. Yeah I got a sweet tooth mama!
I can accept the glasses hiding Superman’s identity, the mask for others. There are great films where we can set reason aside. Superman puts on the glasses, Lois Lane can’t tell it’s him. With most movies we don’t accept such things, we point them out. With great movies we accept anything they say. We leap gladly.
In Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi we accept gladly a lady who does not recognize her husband without a mustache. We accept it gladly, as gladly as Superman’s glasses, Zorro’s mask. It’s the great story overcoming the details. The drab conventional husband becomes the cool lover guy at his wife’s dance class. She ultimately has to choose.
I love a good cliche’. Somebody spent some big money to make a splendor of color and culture. This movie seems so close to failure that it succeeds wonderfully.
Oh my goodness Aunt Grace
Let’s cook.
david michael jackson july 2, 2012 editors@artvilla.com send onions
fall softly sweet jasmine
released from rooted home
i’m sorry some nursery person
potted you from your nature
happy you somehow ended
in the middle of my living room
named in honor and as a go-between
my thoughts to my dis-incarnate loved
one who suffered thru his path as long
as he was humanly able
thank you for the effort to say goodbye
never knowing
i’ve been there and it is hard and yes
we all let go of everything somewhere
down some time line
letting go the pain goes too
then what is left is hope
to see you again…
Summer Breeze a.k.a Edy Lou Benjamin Mother of Motherbird.com our home of peace and love. The refuge of hope in this world lies down each night as Edy Lou Benjamin and rises each day as Summer Brezze, the founder of Motherbird Books and the motherbird for all poets who hope someday to deserve her.
This image has been with us since 1996. My memory escapes me and I cannot recall anything else. I have several children’s images from that time and will be presenting them as art.
This image expresses all the existential feelings of “I am here but where am I?” that any artist seeks. Should any artist get as good as Cassie Leary age four then they have arrived at their destination.
Here is another
“My Brother and I” by Cassie Leary
Check out the dog!
What is art? It is the soul painted perfectly, it is the impression of beauty itself, it is an abstraction of color and shape, it is paint dripped on a canvas, it is rectangles of certain colors, it is a blank canvas painted a cream color, it is Elephant dung on a Madonna, it is an installation of string on a table, it is all of these. It is what you see above.
