
I’ll say it, ain’t no shame in my game, I LOVE the New York Post. Kindly tell me what other paper entertains so thoroughly for a mere $.50. Exactly.
An item in yesterday’s metro edition caught my eye; buried way in the back, long after the gleeful schadenfreude of page six, I saw the words Black Narcissus in a caption that was being suffocated by movie listings.
Intrigued, I did a double-take while slowly remembering that this was a book by Indian-born, erstwhile resident of Kashmir Rumer Godden, an author I had adored when I was much younger and sadder. Down went the paper and to the iBook I turned. IMDB was immediately summoned and I chortled at the movie’s tagline:
A Story to Storm Your Heart! Drama at the top of the world … where winds of the exotic past sweep men and women to strange and fascinating adventure…
Well, “top of the world” obviously means India. I mean, duh. More:
Anglican nuns, led by the stern Sister Clodagh, attempt to establish a religious community in the Himalayas, and must battle not only suspicious locals and the elements, but their own demons as well.
Oooooooh. They battled their own demons as well? Exciting!
I noticed that one of the cast members had a very Malayalee name, so I predictably clicked through to find out more about…”Sabu”, aka “The first Indian and middle-eastern actor to make it big in Hollywood.” Apparently “he was restricted to stereotypical roles of Indians.” Wow, that’s so sad, I mean, look at how far we’ve come! Indians aren’t subject to such narrow-minded casting now, thank goodness. gag Continue reading →