At Vadi beach.
At Vadi beach.
“It’s our basic right to be fuck-ups. This civilization was founded on fuck-ups. And you know what? That makes me proud.”
“What is it they say — to err is…?”
“To err is human.”
“To err is human. So, er…”
(Gary King and Andy)
from The World’s End. Directed by Edgar Wright.
From Vadi, Kollam.
The overcast sky above and the blast of colours in the beach area below seemed to me quaintly paradoxical. There was some lyricism about the entire setting, a kind of quaintness (I already said that), tranquil contentment.
The cafe door opened. A young man in dusty white leathers entered, and the wind blew, empty crisp packets and newspapers and ice cream wrappers in with him. They danced around his feet like excited children, then fell exhausted to the floor.
(Entry of one of the Four Apocalyptic Horsemen, Pollution)
Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch.
Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.
Film actor and classical dancer Shobhana. Done with 8B, 7B, 6B, 4B, HB graphite pencils and a spot of black ink on Bustro A4 paper. Took around 6 hours to finish.
Well, I must say I approached the film with the old misgivings and contempt I’ve specially reserved for Disney (and of that kind) products. The change of setting, though, is welcome. The bodies of the characters broke stereotypes yet crafted new ones. For a start, the protagonist looked healthy. And the delineation of the hair, achieving milestones ever since Brave, was dazzling here. The deranged rooster as sidekick is hilarious, and especially so since I knew one of its kind, unbelievably daft and unfathomable. The story of the young adult girl having a ‘dream’ and pursuing it no matter what her father says or any stick-in-the-mud detractors might say, and finally achieving success and glory — same-old theme — is predictably boring.
That is, until Maui aka Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson started to sing “You’re Welcome”. The quirky animation, the genius of the “animated” tattoos (the only hand drawn animation in the film, ref. Wikipedia), and the cheeky suavity of the lyrics, found me actually, unconsciously enjoying it. I soon retained my composure, however, and was back at nit-picking, when alas! Continue reading