See, I had not envisaged having to be in my thirties, and be stuck in a world where the president of USA thought people could be injected with disinfectant and live, people of my country would be drinking cow urine out of choice, JK Rowling would be so enamoured by the womb that it’d seem that if she could rewrite Harry Potter she’d probably replace Harry with a bespectacled uterus.
So, to make sure if we did regress in time that rapidly, and had to deal with real dinosaurs in this lifetime — as opposed to the human shaped ones — a little research wouldn’t be that bad an idea. So, I started rewatching Jurassic Park.
Okay, that’s a lie. The only ‘American’ thing I loved more than Lays Sour Cream and Onion was the T-Rex.
Once the reality of the COVID-19 pandemic hit home and it increasingly started feeling like living in an apocalypse film minus Tom Cruise, the thing that comforts me the most — food that has cemented my deep, unflinching relationship with Digene — also disappeared from my life. During the first month of the lockdown — when my mental health had kind of not unravelled like the final season of Game of Thrones — I woke up at odd hours of the night hoping a wafer thin crust pizza sagging from the weight of pepperoni would replace the pillow I hugged to sleep. Then I found a nearly perfect replacement for my comfort food — comfort movies. Well Jurassic Park is more a part of my soul and often manifests itself on dating apps, but you get the drift right?
So here’s a list of movies I watched, and sometimes re-watched because they were fun in parts, they fed my deep need for tear-spilling, ‘haiiiiii’-eliciting drama, made me ‘think’ as the cliche goes and sometimes were just comforting, and fulfilling like a plate of mach-bhaath (fish and rice).
SHOLAY (HINDI, RAMESH SIPPY, 1975)
Sholay is plastered in the happy memories part of my brain, since like, forever. My brother and I spent endless summer vacation afternoons coiled...