I type this as I watch Sadma, one of the finest films in India’s rich cinematic tapestry, featuring one of the most complex female protagonists ever. Sridevi’s death had taken the charm out of cinema for a while, but I am learning to love film again. I must have watched at least fifteen movies between my last post and today, but what can I say.

For the most I have been just going through the motions, watching one film to another, to stay relevant perhaps.  I can’t even remember them all.  Is it just her death or is it that the storylines don’t really inspire me anymore.

I can vaguely remember some of the better ones along the way, Melancholia,Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, Hichki, The Spy who Dumped Me… The last and probably the most memorable was Crazy Rich Asians. It was like a breath of fresh air, not just in terms of representation, but also for its plot line that is layered with social acceptance, complex family ties and the universal fairy tale ending. It has inspired me to love (cinema) again.