Sex and Mark O’ Brien

I watched The Sessions. Yes, it is touching and beautiful in it’s own way. No, it’s not that great a movie. And yes, Helen Hunt still looks hot when naked.

The movie is based on an article by Mark O’ Brien (a poet and journalist), On Seeing a Sex Surrogate. Mark O’ Brien is played by John Hawkes, and the sex surrogate he visits is played by the ethereal and evergreen Helen Hunt.

Basically what’s wrong with the protagonist is that he’s severely paralyzed neck below by polio, however he is capable of getting an erection. Depressed by his loneliness and celibacy, he decides to see a sex surrogate who would help him to understand the limitations and functions of his sexuality. And, then he falls in love with her and writes soulful poetry to her.

More of a documentary than a movie, the themes which are tackled are: finding one’s sexual identity, disability and self esteem, religion and repression and overcoming one’s horrors and nightmares. Mark O’ Brien’s immense zest for life and his good humor in the face of adversity are an inspiration for everyone. And so are Helen Hunt’s boobs.


Anger Management, Movies, Random Shit

I Hate Technology and My Secret Fetish for Chick-Flicks

I’m completely useless with technology. This does not mean that I do not understand technology; I might not be a tech-wiz but I sure know how to get my mind around the latest gadgets. It’s just the sheer number and multi-functionality (is it even a word? Its’ not? Well, now it is) of them that gets to me. There is a really hilarious dialogue in a chick-flick which I happened to watch on T.V. one day while surfing the channels (I’m so completely lying here, though I’m a guy, I absolutely dig some chick-flicks) which can explain my problem with modern technology, quite accurately;

Mary: “I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work so I called him at home and then he e-mailed me to my Blackberry and so I texted to his cell and then he e-mailed me to my home account and the whole thing just got out of control. And I miss the days when you had one phone number and one answering machine and that one answering machine has one cassette tape and that one cassette tape either had a message from a guy or it didn’t. And now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting.”

The way Drew Barrymore says the dialogue in the movie is undeniably endearing and cute. And the frustration she expresses is exactly what I undergo. I mean, Jesus, what world are we living in? There is this one time when one of my friends was really upset with me and we sat together in the same place but watsapped each other furiously for half an hour and we didn’t speak even a word aloud! It just drives me insane. When was it that people would meet face to face and kiss each other on the mouth instead of sending love emoticons? And I’m just going to box the next fellow who greets me with a “what’s up, dude”. I hate the word, “what’s up”. I’m not uptight about language like crazy Higgins from My Fair Lady or anything but I sure wish that things would be done the old way sometimes. What’s wrong with the golden, “How you doin'”?

And so, few months earlier, I swore to never become inexorably dependent on technology. I failed. I can’t even write an essay on paper, I prefer my blog. The moment I wake up, I reach out for my cellphone to check if anyone has sent me a morning joke. It takes will power to refrain from watching at least something on screen every day (but I totally boycott television because I hate television, too). I’d rather learn guitar online than go to a class. And that, my friends is my great tragedy. Stuck in technology, wishing to get way but can’t. Like a fly who has fallen into marmalade.

Movies, Random Shit, The Hyderabad Chronicles

Things That Matter

So, as you probably know that I have been selected in a film institute at Hyderabad and shall be leaving Mumbai in July, it is time that I make a list of the things I shall be taking along with me for sure:

1. My Books; my weathered copy of One Day  (Jack Nicholls), and some young adult novels such as Perks of being a Wallflower, To Kill a Mockingbird; a selection of Sylvia Plath’s poetry; The Story of Film (by Mark Cousins) – a present from Dad with a little message inscribed on its first page, “Hoping that you shall make a film of your own one day, love, Dad”; a bunch of classics: Complete Works of Oscar Wilde, Great Expectations (Charles Dickens), Rabindranth Tagore Omnibus etc.

2. My camera, Ipod and Macbook

3. A few photographs

4. my miniature of Eiffel Tower to keep on my study desk.

5. my Live Strong bands (I know Armstrong turned out to be a dope-head but I love my LiveStrongs) and my Swiss-Knife

6. Letters from my penfriend in Bangalore

7. My music records: 100 Greatest jazz Hits, Elvis Presley etc.

8. A jar of my nani’s (maternal grandmother) home-made mango jam

9. videos (or torrent files) of Sound of Music, Dev.D (Bollywood), P.S. I Love You, The Help, Midnight in Paris, Eat Pray Love, Mamma Mia, Moulin Rouge, Les Miserables, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (B’wood), Dil Chahta Hai (B’wood), The Namesake, The Beach, F.R.I.E.N.D.S (all seasons), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Titanic, The Tree of Life, The Hours, Annie Hall, North by NorthWest, Love Actually, Pretty Woman, 27 Dresses, The Seven Year Itch, The Holiday, Amelie (French), Runaway Bride, No Strings Attached, Devdas (B’wood), Guzaarish (B’wood) and many more . . .

10. a gold locket with a ‘V’ engraved in it, a present from my dadi (paternal grandmother).


The Paperboy: Yuck.

So this week, I fished out a video of The Paperboy I had in my collection and gave it a watch. One word: Yuck. I mean seriously, it was so disgusting in places that I felt like puking. And you cannot watch this movie with family, unless you want to lie on the couch under a mountain of cushions to hide that mojo erection you’re sure to get. Basically, the movie uses sex and early 20th century racism in Alabama as its main themes to attract audiences, and personally I thought they were rather cheap tricks. Only one special mention of McConaughey; he did display considerable acting prowess. And no matter how many sterling reviews these so called “critics” hurl at me, my opinion of the film is not going to waiver.


“An idealistic reporter and his brother, Ward Jansen (Matthew McConaughey) and Jack Jansen (Zac Effron), investigate the events surrounding a murder in an effort to exonerate a man on death row, Hillary van Wetter. The Jansens are helped by Ward’s colleague, Englishman Yardley Acheman, and Charlotte Bless (Nicole Kidman), a woman whom van Wetter has never met but who has fallen in love with him and is determined that he should be released and that they should marry.” ~Wikipedia