Veer-Zaara

Out of all of the Bollywood movies I've seen, this is one of my favorites. Veer-Zaara is such a beautiful love story. It was definitely worth my tears; and I really enjoyed the songs, not just for the sound but for the meaning as well.

I'm not going to go in depth as to what the movie is about, but it was different from what I was expecting. It's still slightly typical since it involves a sudden blooming romance between an Indian guy and a Pakistani girl. Unlike other forbidden love stories, this one ended with the two lovers being together.

There was one aspect in particular that I really loved about this movie. It's a love story that occurs and lives on, without involving the partition. That's why I love this movie so much. It has nothing to do with the partition, it's all about love and how it shouldn't matter whether Veer is an Indian or Zaara is a Pakistani. It's not only a love story, but a story of acceptance. Both Veer and Zaara come to see each other's country as their own.

Although, I'm still bothered by the flaws present in the movie. The two lovers don't even have the same religion. Then again, love knows no religion. It felt more like Zaara drifted away from the religion she had because of love. Technically, her marriage would not be valid from a religious perspective...but this is just a movie, of course. Still, I wonder if something like this may have happened at one point in time.

Movies like this make me even more of a hopeless romantic. I'm not just going to happen upon a guy who likes me. We're not going to sing and dance in a field of flowers or anything like that. That brings me to this question: aren't there bees among the flowers? If you did that in real life, wouldn't you just get stung like crazy? Back to my point, I sometimes wish love worked like it does in certain movies. I don't know what it feels like to love someone or to have someone love me. I'm still too young to understand love. Perhaps when I'm older I'll understand. Okaaaayyyyyy, I'm done sounding like a teenage girl.  

Netflix Movies

I've been spending far too much time on Netflix watching romance movies. I'm a hopeless romantic, always have been and always will be. I'm starting to like movies more. I don't like watching them alone or so I thought. 

In the past three days, I've watched four movies. All four of them deal with romance in some way or another. I already dedicated an entire post to The Red Violin. I mentioned Songcatcher in my last post, where I was pissed off. Songcatcher was a nice movie; I like ballads a lot more now. It also rekindled my love of nature. 

Bride Flight was a nice movie also. Three Dutch brides-to-be meet this cowboy on an airplane to New Zealand. The cowboy is a special guy to all three of them because he changes their lives. It sort of got a bit steamy with the romance at one point, but I still liked the movie a lot because each girl faces their own set of pains and struggles. I have to say that I really liked how the cowboy, Frank, and one of the girls, Ada, stay in touch through letters. 

I just finished watching Partition. Now, this is a movie that I have every right to criticize. It takes place during the time period of the partition. Basically what happens is a Sikh soldier finds a Muslim girl, they fall in love, get married, have a child, the girl finds out her family is alive and she goes back to Pakistan, her family won't let her leave to go back to India to see her husband and son, her husband comes to get her, and when it seems like it's all going to end happily...he dies. Typical. There's no way that story would ever have had a happy ending anyway. Sorry for spoiling the whole movie but I doubt you were going to watch it anyway. It's like a Romeo and Juliet situation. Forbidden love never works out. Is there one story of forbidden love that ends happily? I'd really like to see one.

I didn't really like Partition that much. The only thing I liked about it is that I could feel the pain. I honestly don't know much of the history behind the partition but it still hurts. It hurts to think about because it was real. A few years after my father was born, the partition took place; yes, my father is, as most of you would say, an old man. Kind of irrelevant, but my family is from Lahore...so close to the border. I don't exactly have the right to say this, but the movie does hit home for me.

Out of the four movies I've watched, The Red Violin is still my favorite. This is really sad...I need to stop watching movies on Netflix. I need to get out of the house.