Polyester Guru
Watched Guru in NYC yesterday. Here are some links to what other people thought of it. I’m sure there are about 300 million better reasons for watching the film than the one I had: a character in my forthcoming novel explains that a film should be made about Dhirubhai Ambani, and I went to watch Guru to check out if Mani Ratnam’s reasons for his biopic were the same as my character’s. To an extent, they were. Alas. I say alas because what I felt very keenly while sitting in the nearly empty theater–I was the only person sitting in the theater for some time before the film started, and then a Gujarati family of three came inside and, ignoring the fifty or sixty rows of empty seats, sat down on the seats next to me–is that the film isn’t really about ambition or enterprise. It is about sentimentality. We are a nation because we can sing together, we can dance together, and most of all we can cry together.
