Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Much pleasantness today. Zack and Shweta and I had…
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I watched Chutney Popcorn, a film that resembles a cross between American Desi and Chasing Amy. It's an interesting film that certainly touched a chord in me. Some shots, like one of our protagonist (who reminds me a lot of my friend Priya) watching her Indian family dance at a wedding, quite extraordinarily captured the sense of displacement and outsiderness that I feel vis-à-vis India.
Even when it was bad, Chutney Popcorn was bad in interesting ways. As in Chasing Amy, the ending is pretty open, although less controversially so. And the more I think about it, the more I like the characterizations. Quirky, but not in a faux way.