In the comments to my "Top Ten of 2009" post, Lee "If some films are 'independent', what does that make the rest of them?" Quod speculates that I
would have seen "The Blind Side" had it been about a Brahmin family helping a Dalit become a professional cricketer.
Actually, I did see that movie or something pretty close. This past weekend I saw a film about a female cricketer of undetermined caste who pretends to be a man in order to play for her Indian side against its hated Pakistani rival. The movie, Dil Bole Hadippa ([My] Heart Says Hooray!), is a lot of fun, albeit more than a bit incredible since, the female lead, Rani Mukherjee, is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful women in the world and her male doppleganger, even with a turban and beard, comes off as the gayest cricketer ever.
This wouldn't be a post about an Indian movie without a clip, so here it is, "Discowale Khisko":
A couple of things:
First a rant: in a recent "Dear Prudence" segment at Slate, a man who enjoys salsa dancing wrote about his girlfriend who accompanies him to the club and insists on free-styling while everyone else is doing it right. He was embarrassed by her actions and rightly so. Prudence gave some advice about how to accommodate the miscreant. This Punjarican says "lose the egomaniac!" If she doesn't respect people's dances (and the cultures that produced them) enough to try or at least clap along in appreciation, she will not respect you.
Some of my ancestors could probably ululate. I regret the loss.