Les poupées russes – Segue from review

So i also saw the sequel to the movie. It’s called Les poupées russes, that translates to russian dolls.

It’s a perfect sequel, in the sense it joins all the threads it has left open in L’auberge Espagnol. The flow is just right, and every scene is perfectly executed. It looks like you are reading back things in your own memory, vividly. It made me happy. It was a pleasure treating all my senses. But the core of the movie disappointed me. Hugely. May be it’s just me – a puritan with a clear conscience, whatever wrong I do, and someone who believes in everything dark. Anyway, here goes:

You see grand vitesse starts the movie. And pretty much runs to and fro throughout, giving some sense of nostalgia. A fast-moving, easily-connecting, a bit nauseating grand vitesse is a prop used liberally in the movie. Xavier has gotten rid of unwanted complexities in life, become a writer, but not to live happily ever after that. He has now jumped into graver problems, which come with experiencing more of life. It’s funny that when you start getting deeper meanings of things, and making sense of complex stuff, you tend to screw yourself up even more, rather than getting things sorted for yourself. I will not give any details of the movie here, because it’s something that you must experience yourself, and the more profound your emotions, the better you will enjoy every bit of it. I won’t spoil it for you.

I will just talk about the part I did not like, which is a spoiler alert. Xavier gets close to Wendy, when she is going through a really rough phase in her life. She comes to love Xavier too. But he lies to her when he gets a call from Celia, and leaves Wendy alone. Celia is a girl every guy would dream to achieve, a seductress, irresistible. She sleeps with Xavier, and when Xavier is building dreams to be with her, she uses him like a doormat and leaves him high and dry. That’s when Xavier goes back to Wendy; after much pleading, she accepts him and they get back together. He says that he has finally found his true love, after having peeled off layers of dolls, not really knowing which one is the last one. And when he found his last doll, he knew it was her. My question is, would he have known, had Ceila not left him high and dry? Ceila might have treated him fine, but could never have given him the kind of love Wendy gave. Would he have then found out? Xavier’s love is pure selfish.

It’s a depiction of what happens in real life too. People set their expectations not by how much they can love and be loved back, but by how much they can achieve. When a guy lays hands on someone like Ceila, it becomes so difficult for him to let go of her, because he is afraid that he cannot find someone like her ever again. Ceila’s beauty can be replaced with any other feature. Xavier suffers a lot, but it’s his own suffering. It’s not a suffering out of love, it’s a suffering of desperation, of wanting to be loved. Only a handful are capable of true love. A lover, if in a relationship, never suffers any pain alone. If not in a relationship, well… If I ever suffered in love, this is what I would tell the person I love:
I love you
And in my suffering
You will suffer
If you love me too

l’auberge espagnole

After having the tastiest mushroom curry for dinner, I saw one of the most beautiful movies today. A French movie.

It starts off dryly. Xavier visits Barcelona under Erasmus programme, to study Economy. Before that, they show a brief relationship of his with his seemingly sweet girlfriend, and hippy mom. He also mentions a couple things about his childhood, like how he wanted to become a writer. They show some more things, and then it starts seeming that he is looking for an escape.

He lands in Spain. He meets strangers he hates to be meeting, but ends up having ties with. When he walks on the new lanes, all pensive, the narration says – Later we will have lived in this city. We will have walked in its streets. We will have been to the end of perspectives. We will have seen all the buildings. We will have lived stories with people. When we will have lived in this city, we will have taken this street 10, 20, a 1000 of times.

He struggles a lot to find an apartment, and finally finds one, which is a pot of cultural mix. That smells of beer, cigarettes, accents, friendship, love, a crazy fridge, deceit, brotherhood, semen, jokes, organization, mess, and sweet music. His first song on the first day in his room is one of my favourite songs, and plays more than once in the movie, making my heart melt.

Beautiful things happen – a lesbian tells Xavier that women are crazy. She also teaches him how to make love to (read, have sex with) a woman. His girlfriend visits him for a day, for nothing really. Flamenco flirting, unlawful lust, jealous and possessive girlfriend, hallucinations, drunken nights, all follow. A year of memories flies past. It makes me draw an analogy – man, a spider, stuck in the web he himself created. A web of thin, transparent, sticky, strong silk.

1 story with 2 victims and a lost reason

My friend once told me that everyone is a victim in their version of the story. She was so right. I have never heard someone tell me – I was wrong, I was bad, and there I go.

Another friend told me that once you break up with someone, you cannot be friends with your ex. I am not sure how true that is. But how does it feel if your ex cuts you off completely? Well, it probably sucks. More so, if you still harbour any feelings for them. And then you cry, blame, sulk, dig out past.

Somebody that I used to know is a song that I love. Love. Love.


The guy’s expressions are priceless. And when the girl listens to all his complaints, she joins in beautifully, to scream out her version of the story. The guy can’t listen to what she is saying, and cringes. I love how the whole thing goes. And when he starts his defence all over again, the girl retreats.

So who do you think is the victim here – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

I won’t let you down


Why did The Beatles become so famous in their time? Why do they have anti-cult scoffers? Why did girls love them so much? Were they really so mushy, so romantically hopeless? Err..is it hopelessly romantic?

Well, I don’t know, and don’t care. I love their songs. The Beatles sang most of the songs that teenagers can relate to, when they are in love for the first time, hopelessly in love. I am way past teen age. I still love their music. It speaks of the first love for a woman standing there, of all that you have got to do to, of pleading to the postman to check well for letters, of all the loving when one is away, of  being true to a cheat, of loving someone madly who treats you badly, of the love that lasts forever, of the love that has no past.

If you saw their love, you would love their lover too 🙂

Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm4YlZ3oYsQ

Speaking in silence

Some days ago I came across this word “Tacenda”. I don’t know if I love this word or hate it. I use it too often, but don’t like it when someone else uses it too much. Well, in my defense, there are reasons good enough for my vain opinion.

I feel speaking a lot has never helped me much. Also, I like silent talks. But when someone else uses silence too much, more often than not it just means silence and nothing else. And my overactive brain weaves stories. But when someone speaks too much, I don’t listen. Well, again, in my defense, I deal with the consequences.

All this reminds me of one of my favourite songs 🙂 Enjoy!