Fuck slice-of-life, pretentious, layered, textured, loaded-with-subtext, real, abstract cinema.
Give me these larger-than-life cinematic moments when you couldn't dream of reaching the stars, when boundaries were strictly defined, when we yearned to touch them, when our aspirational levels were super high, when we cherished little successes after endlessly looking forward to them not taking anything for granted, when our grins travelled from ear to ear upon simple acquisitions.
When laying hands upon the tickets to these cinemas and literally smelling them meant the world to us.
Give me back my 1980s. If only I could trade in some of current inconsequential stuff for those moments.
Notice how, from 2.13 - 2.20, Balu takes us on a ride with his
...vasantaalu ennosthunna kokilamma kaburedi...
and is in his absolute element when he, from 2.27 - 2.34, goes
...naa yede tummedai sannidhe cheraga...
truly,
stars on earth
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