We've heard it in movies, in books, in fairy tales.
WE've all heard of an obsessive, possessive almost evil power called love.
I went to see a movie last night, Ghajini. A super-charged up sad tale of a deranged lover? Hell yes. But it was a good movie, complete with the snarls, grunts and the macho body but I am more interested in the theme they have chosen to cover. A man, helplessly and crazily in love, loses his lover to some sick-in-the-head villain. Result? An atrocious combination of a subtle killer in the wrapping up of a sobby old lover boy, a villain who you actually feel sorry for. He goes around killing his enemies, and you sit there and feel your heart wrenching up emotion for the disturbed soul. Now, where have i heard that before? Sweeny Todd for sure. Well, atleast 'Sanjay Singhania' is not cutting up his enemies and serving them in pies. But we can sit and make retching sounds while they perform their heinous acts, 'the wrong acts for the right reasons' (read: Shantaram) and secretly feel our sympathy for them. Also read in newspapers as crimes of passion.
In the end, Sweeny Todd comes out a despicable man, murdering his own love, who was disguised as an old maid. And then do your tears truly flow. The Ghajini character is somehow magically transformed into a child-doting amnesiac. But as you sit and pity these poor men whose lives have taken the beaten and distressing path, you secretly thank the stars to be utterly blessed.
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