Sorry, this is not a post about some deep, dark secret (although, wouldn’t that be fun!). Some other time, ok?
This post is totally about something else.
Last week, little N had a s&^t load of school stuff to get through one night. Fabulous supportive mom that I am, decided to give her company (without realizing that she was going to go on till 1 am, but that’s another story). Made her some masala chai around 10:30 pm, and tucked myself in on the couch across from her. I usually don’t watch movies on my own, but didn’t think little N would tolerate my just sitting there watching her toil (and let’s face it, making small talk). So. Decided to see what was up for viewing in the old tamil movie world.
Landed on “Sollathaan Ninaikkiren”. Normally, N and I would have by-passed such ancient offerings (N just refuses to look too far back). But I was left to my own devices, and happened to notice that the movie was made in 1973. Not such an old movie, I thought to myself. Hmmm… does everyone have this delusion that the year they were born in was really not that long ago?. Anyway. Print was surprisingly decent, so plodded on (and finished it) despite several instances along the way where the resting feminist in me felt quite riled up:
- Father of three girls: “Oh, one must never be born a girl.”
- Girl’s family to potential groom’s family: “Girl is a teacher. But if you don’t want her to go to work, just say the word and she will quit tomorrow.”
- New bride to husband: “Now that you have tied the thaali around my neck, I am just overwhelmed with respect for you.” (adiye!!!!)
- Potential groom to girl’s father: “I don’t want to marry your older daughter. I want to marry her sister.” (And the sister agrees to marry this rat!)
But the movie was not without its plus points. Chennai from the 1970s looked so uncomplicated in black and white – empty streets, PTC buses, old cars, saree-clad women, sambraani. Felt soooo nostalgic. Also, bonus – I only recall seeing Sivakumar act as Rama or Vishnu in most old movies (always oru blue color and constantly smiling, che!). Watching this movie now, I was totally struck by the young Sivakumar’s resemblance to the Singam (mmmm…got my money back right there, I say!!).
Overall verdict (feminist outrage notwithstanding) – not too shabby for a solo late-nighter. 😉