So has Bollywood matured, or have I become more tolerant of Indian pop culture? The answer is probably a little of both. The vast majority of Hindi movies continue to be overly sentimental mush-fests involving Hindu-Muslim tensions, corrupt politicians, forbidden loves or a combination of all three. But my movie tastes back home, as any of my friends can tell you, were never exactly high-brow (even if you excuse Dude, Where’s My Car? as a temporary fit of insanity). And the several Indian friends I have made in Bangalore have taken it upon themselves to explain the intricacies of Hindi films to me, the ignorant American. All I know is that I have been given passes to a showing of Hera Pheri next week, and I plan on going. Several very credible sources have told me that the movie, like the video “Denewala,” is completely different from the usual Bollywood fare.
So what can I say? Let the dancing begin.
Vasant M. Kamath ’02, a Crimson editor, is a government concentrator in Winthrop House.