The first film I ever saw, from beginning to end, was Walt Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
The first film I ever saw, from beginning to end, was Walt Disney's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. This was years ago, when I wore pigtails and pinafore to school and, from there, to the local theatre for an afternoon of wholesome entertainment under the watchful eyes of my teachers.
Why am I lumbering down memory lane now? Because I am wallowing in self-pity, dreading another movie-less weekend. Will I have to get my entertainment fix from watching crafty Sadie feed her human visitors to hungry alligators in Placid Lake 2 on cable TV as my eight-year-old squeals in delight? (Clearly, too much movie-watching has blunted my parenting abilities.)
Going to the movies now means a trip to a multiplex as single-screen theatres have been razed to make way for more malls and more multiplexes. And when that trip to the multiplex on Friday night doesn't happen nine weeks in a row, you cannot blame me for romanticising those nights spent swatting swarms of mosquitoes at Drive-in theatre while watching desi disco king Mithunda's obscene pelvic thrusts.
Had the teachers of my childhood seen how futile their efforts to maintain my innocence by nurturing me on a diet of Walt Disney had proved, they would have wept into their lavender-scented handkerchiefs!
Drive-in, on Bannerghatta Road, disappeared but left behind in me a voracious appetite for movies arty stuff, trashy stuff and everything in between. It also explains why I craved Govinda films, and not raw mango or imli like all good moms-to-be, during my pregnancy.
While folks at home must now put up with my crabby behaviour each time I catch sight of crocs on cable TV, readers of this column (assuming there are any) must excuse this tripe as the ranting of a movie-deprived mind.
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