Friday, July 24, 2009


If it’s Toy Story that defined animation in its colorful spirit, if it’s Finding Nemo that told us underwater experience is much bigger than what Disney movies had shown us, if it’s Ratatouille that made animation pictures one of the most loved genres, it’s now Up that redefines and breaks the conventional protocol of movie-making. With Toy Story began an era of two dimensional animation pictures and the world wanted more and more of just one thing – PIXAR.

Easily, they could have hit the top notch of commercialism by remaking a number of old classics. However, Pixar refreshingly and healthily stuck to making original and beautiful stories. Sitting in a Pixar movie, one can’t help wondering if there could have been a nobler story told in a nobler way. It’s also tough to debate what made the movie beautiful, the story or the presentation! But I think, if you ask Pixar, they would trust the former. Why would we otherwise not mind watching a Pixar movie more than once and still find ourselves in tears and laughter and a light warmth in our heart?

Up, in one word is ‘beautiful’. But this has always been the only word I have used to describe any Pixar movie. The most beautiful part is the almost-silent relationship shared between Carl and Ellie and one spontaneously feels the loss after Ellie leaves. Their photo album would leave anyone craving for a few more seconds to have a good look at the pictures. Every picture in that album of Carl & Ellie’s is simply a piece of art.

While Up may not be as deliciously cooked as Ratatouille or as fast paced as Cars, it is definitely another hydrogen balloon Pixar can proudly fly under. It’s a cakewalk to review their movies since the word ‘bad’ seems unheard of by Pixar. The simplicity, the goodness, the beauty and the soul Pixar movies carry is something world cinema, animated or not, definitely requires. With every movie, one can’t wait longing for the next one.

Pixar is a genre, an era, a brand synonymous with the word and the world of animation.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

crooning to being comfortably numb..

It was rusted
The 6th string needed some tweaking
Lay in silence, cast off and muted,

I dusted away the cloudy tar
It shined underneath,
My first guitar

It was young, scarlet and supine
When dad bought it,
We played it with grandma’s wine
On Sundays after church

I once gifted it to my boyfriend
On a new year’s eve
But took it back, the next
To it, all my beings cleave

But times changed
And I quit playing the strings
Though as age brewed
Memory of first love clings

It is still young, scarlet and supine
I played a stroke
Fell in love and played it with grandma’s wine,
All over again.