After being a huge fan of the books, I obviously already knew what exactly was going to happen in this final installment of the movie series. (Spoilers: I was going to witness the brutal and sad and heartbreaking death of my favourite character)
Despite knowing how the movie would end, I was still silently hoping that by some random miracle the Director would’ve decided to actually keep my baby (Newt – Played by Thomas Brodie Sangster) alive. The movie starts off where the previous movie ended – Thomas and his friends deciding to rescue Minho and save a ton of other kids. Though the main storyline and crux of the movie is the same as the book, there are major changes; the biggest being that Newt figures out all on his own that he isn’t immune to the virus.
The movie is full of plot twists for people who haven’t read the books and by far is the best movie of the franchise. It also has a gut-wrenching letter that Newt writes to Thomas and by far the saddest part of the movie is when Thomas reads it. The movie is exciting and fun and happy and super sad all at the same time. The biggest low point of the movie is the fact that Minho barely has any role at all – which is completely opposite to the book.
On a whole, The Death Cure made me cry loads (for obvious reasons) but really is quite worth watching for anyone looking to end the series 45% happily.
I’m going to start off this movie review with four words – “Watch this movie now.”
Call Me By Your Name is essentially a love story. Its a love story between 17 year old Elio who’s spending his summer vacations at his family house, and 24 year Oliver who’s interning with Elio’s father.
This movie has everything. No exaggeration. It has brilliant acting by Timothée Chalamet so much so that he was nominated for an Oscar. It has a beyond brilliant soundtrack (my personal favourites are Mystery of Love and Visions of Gideon), and it has mind-blowing chemistry between Elio and Oliver – believe me, you will cry. The movie is based on a book by the same name and won the Academy Award for the Best Adapted Screenplay (so fucking well deserved)
The movie is just over 2 hours long and is beautiful and gut-wrenching, and I’ve re-watched my favourite scenes ten times. Call Me By Your Name is so beautifully simple that it sneaks into your heart and then messes with your mind at every step. Apart from the leads, Elio’s father is played by Michael Stuhlbarg and is by far my favourite character of the movie.
I’ve seen a ton of gay romance movies. And a ton of gay characters on a ton of different tv serials. I will say this. Call Me By Your Name is by far the best gay romance movie I’ve seen in a very, very long time. Granted, the movie is a little slow and without any action sequence that usually keeps the audience engaged, but the movie is so much more. I watched the movie two days ago and I really have no words to actually describe how the movie made me feel (warm, and fuzzy and happy and sad and teary-eyed)
My favourite part of the movie is when Elio’s mother translates a story for him and his father about a love struck man and quotes the following: “Is it better to speak or to die?” – the impact that this line has on the rest of the story line is monumental and won’t let you stop thinking about it.
Jack sighed as he sat down on the park bench. He had no clue how things had reached here. No, scratch that – He knew exactly how. What he couldn’t comprehend at all was how Amy had just assumed that he hadn’t tried. Who was she to make that assumption? Who was she to come up to him and say that he wasn’t trying? If only she knew how much he was really trying.
And what was that question, “Do you want me in your life or not?” Of course he wanted her in his life! What would he do without her constant advice and brilliant solutions? No matter what he did, no matter what he said, no matter what he tried, he end up hurting Amy; and that had really never been his intention. Why would it be? Granted, he wanted to put some distance between the two of them, but purely for her benefit. Jack knew first hand how hard it was to be around someone whom you had unrequited feelings for. He did not want that for Amy. He knew he was the reason for at least 90% of Amy’s tears. Hell, she’d even told him about how stressed he made her day after day, and to be honest, anyone could see it on her face.
Jack stubbed his cigarette out and started scrolling through his messages. Their last fight had been the last straw. Jack had no energy whatsoever left to fight her, or anyone else for that matter. It was about time to let things take their own turn. Jack closed his eyes just for a minute and when he opened them again, he saw Trevor walking towards him. Trevor was Jack’s best friend. Trevor had tried everything to get Amy and Jack back to what they used to be. Trevor had simultaneously been on Jack’s side and on Amy’s side. There was no way Jack would’ve survived without Trevor. Trevor sat down and put his arm around Jack’s shoulders. They sat side by side like that for a few minutes before Jack spoke, “Amy and I fought.” Trevor hummed in response but didn’t say anything. Jack snorted, “You have nothing to say?”
Trevor removed his hand and turned to face him. “I think both of you should just move on. Stop fighting. Stop letting other people dictate the relationship between the two of you. So what if your roommate hates her? So what if her friends don’t talk to you? All of that is background noise. What really matters is that she’s been there for you when you needed her. Just give her space and give yourself some space and everything will be okay. You guys will go back to normal.”
Jack took in Trevor’s words and unlocked his phone. He typed out word to word of what Trevor had just said and hit send. He locked his phone and placed it in the empty space between their legs. In almost two minutes the phone vibrated and both of them looked down at the screen together.
Today, when I was wasting time scrolling through facebook, I came across this really heartbreaking thing – Its been three years on today’s date that Zayn Malik left One Direction and simultaneously broke the hearts of a million people all around the globe.
Looking back to that sad day, I remember my friend calling me when I was eating dinner. I remember her asking, “Is it true?”, and remember having no clue what she was talking about. Then she asked me to check One Direction’s official Facebook account. Then I also remember checking their Wikipedia page (Side note: If something has a wikipedia page, you’re completely set.) – I remember showing the page to my brother where it very clearly said “Past Member: Zayn Malik”. Now, my brother has always loathed One Direction and their music and their adorable little faces, and my obsession with them. But on that particular day, my brother looked at the screen of my phone, then looked up at me and very sincerely said, “I’m sorry.”
I remember hating Zayn Malik for months. I remember hating his new single, and his new girlfriend. To this day, its my personal opinion, that One Direction going on a break actually started with that day Zayn Malik decided to leave. In a perfect world where he hadn’t left, I believe my favourite boys would still be intact, and together and making happy boyband music.
On the anniversary of this day when One Direction unofficially ended, here’s five of my favourite songs from the other bands I had to learn to cope with:
- 5 Seconds of Summer – End Up Here
- The Vamps – She Was The One
- Coldplay – Yellow
- Simple Plan – I Can Wait Forever
- OneRepublic – Let’s Hurt Tonight
I’d be lying out right if I said I’m a fan of Hindi music – I’m not. I haven’t been one for years; of course there was an inevitable time in my pre-teen years when I was a massive fan and by massive I mean, really, really super massive. I loved Hindi music and listened to Bollywood songs all day and made it a point to know the lyrics to every single song – all. the. time.
Now, as I grew up and people around me started to change (I went to a really fancy school), naturally my music choice changed. I’m not saying that I regret it, because I say this with complete humility – I LOVE my music choice. I love it. I love the bands I love, and I love the songs I love. I’m completely not ashamed with not knowing Hindi songs and actually knowing English songs more. Keeping that aside and looking at the industry as a whole, the quality of Hindi songs has quite fallen over the years and maybe its because of this opinion that I really shifted to English music. Hindi songs in the early 2000’s and during my parents time had a certain magic that songs right now do not. They had lyrics that made so much sense and lyrics that sounded beautiful, and on top of all of that, they had beautiful singers. If I had to do a survey, I’m sure at least 70% of the people of my age would feel the same and definitely agree that Hindi music a decade ago was MUCH better than Hindi music now.
Despite all this, once in a while, I stumble upon Hindi songs that I instantly take a liking to and then listen to them on repeat (especially in the gym). In recent times, I’ve also taken a liking to new remakes of old Hindi songs (good remakes, I promise) – So here’s a little Hindi music I’ve been listening to:
- Dil Diyan Gallan (Tiger Zinda Hai)
- Kya Hua Tera Wada (Pranav Chauhan – Unplugged cover)
- Jab Koi Baat (Atif Aslam, Shirley Setia and DJ Chetas)
- Tu Chahiye (Bajrangi Bhaijan)
- Lae Dooba (Aiyaari)
- Afreen (Coke Studio)
I’m obsessed with books. Honestly, I feel obsessed is a very simple word, I think my obsession for books needs a word stronger than obsession. Because of this, every year whenever there’s a chance for anyone to gift me, I’m always hoping they gift me books. In fact, I make it a point to let everyone know that I really want, or even need, anything other than books. (It sucks when people don’t follow that)
I met my friend for lunch the other day and she gifted me four books for my birthday! The best part is people always ask me what books I want and I, shamelessly, send them a long list for them to choose from and so I’m always gifted the books I really want – (its a flawless technique, please try it)
I make my brother gift me books (mostly) on every gift-able occasion and I gift myself books of every gift-able occasion and thus currently my To be Read pile consists of 9 books (oops)
All in all, how unhealthy is this obsession? Or how healthy is it? I mean, I learn tons of things from various books, and I find a lot of wisdom between these pages and I’m never bored because I always have a book to read! So really, in the long run, isn’t it much better being obsessed with books than with cocaine?
On a more positive notes, here’s two of my favourite reads from this year!
1) The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Mason
2) Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (because why not?)
Every single time I go visit my hair stylist, he tells me the exact same thing he tells me every other time – “You need a hair cut! Atleast a trim; just remove your split ends.”
To be quite honest, I’m always really confused when I get this advice – Does this man who’s spent his money learning to cut other people’s hair really care about my hair? Or is he just looking to make more money? Obviously, everyone wants their business to flourish but would you give me terrible advice and risk spoiling my only USP? What would you get out of it hair stylist? Though on the flip side, if you do give me terrible advice and my hair does get messed up, I will come back to you – so there’s your reason!
I’m still left wondering because every time you go to a hair stylist they invest so much of their time and expensive products into making your hair look beautiful and then ask you to get a hair cut? Do you really want me to get a hair cut because I’m incapable of taking care of my hair, or do you want money?
The last time I got a hair cut was back in September, and my hair hasn’t grown a lot over these months. Inspite of that I’m actually quite happy with how my hair looks currently; and still my genius hair stylist tells me: Its been quite a few months, you should cut it! Excuse you, let my hair grow atleast you crazy man!
At the end of the day, I’m still so confused – Do hair stylists really care about the well being or my hair, or the well being of their business?