Revolution of sorts

Remember.. remember.. the fifth of november...
the movie as a whole just manages to scrape into wat one cud call "a decent effort". and perhaps thats bcos of the expectations that surrounded it.. but i am not here to give a review.
watchin movies like these always lighted up ideas that i have long tried to bury within myself. thoughts which one could say needless or the utter result of watchin endless number of hollywood blockbusters. but still.. these r thoughts nevertheless. at the midpoint of which lies the one question which sums up everything.. the one question i always ask myself.. is life all but a machine? all other ideas or thoughts revolve around this single question.
time doesnt grant us the pleasure of dwellin into these thoughts very often.. thankfully for some. but its always nice once in a while to awaken from the deep slumber that life has become.. a wakeful sleep that has captured each one of us.. and in our bid for survival, we have forgotten the very essence of life itself... to feel alive.

Tadpole

I picked up this movie because I had this childhood crush over Sigourney Weaver and I was already repenting my decision as I walked out of the store. But the subtle way the movie has handled such a delicate issue- also adding a touch of humour- amazed me. The story evolves around a 15yr old kid who is in love with his stepmom. thats the delicate issue.. the way it is pictured is wat is good abt this movie.