gultis

Telugu folks are amazing. They create a website called idlebrain dedicated to Telugu cinema and all its starts. They absorb the minutiae of the lives of movie actors. They show up for the first-day-first-show of al(most)l movies - rain or shine. They follow the making of the movies, go through all the publicity/shooting photos, listen to the songs as soon as the audio is released, speculate about the movie, read the previews, read the reviews, watch the movie independent of whether the review was good or bad, then agree with the review and continue to gather further information about the movie. And get this, they actually keep track of boxes of reels/prints of the movie as it travels around the world to get a to a theater. I was supposed to watch the preview of this movie "Chirutha" tonight with a few of my friends. We got there around 9.30 pm for the 9.45 pm show only to find a little note posted at the movie hall's door saying that the movie was going to start at 11.15 pm instead. (!) We hung around there along with some other hopefuls for a while and finally, after we got news that the show was really cancelled for the night, left. Someone had called the folks who were supposed to play the movie, and the man had explained to us how the "boxes" were supposed to have left NY earlier this evening on a Delta flight no ..... and how the flight was delayed due to bad weather. It was hilarious - the man was actually giving us a flight number! Gultis - and our obsession with the details :) On my drive back home, I was thinking about it. How would it be if I had showed up at an AMC movieplex and was told that "Batman Begins" or "Spiderman 3" would not be shown today 'cause the reels haven't arrived and are still in transit from Los Angeles :-)) And as for this movie , Chirutha, no regrets except that I'll have to miss the show tomorrow 'cause I need to get up really early on Saturday to run. True gulti - all the way!

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