the evening is quivering with potential..this line gets stuck in my head whenever i'm confined indoors on particularly pink evenings with violet skies and perfumed breezes. when the songs of the cuckoo are rivalled by the croaks of crows. hmm. not that i can't go out for a bit. but i'm enamoured by a certain someone. a certain brilliant actor. i don't knoow what others thought, but i LURVED j.a. it was a haunting film. i think every emotion was played out so very well...finely tuned acting...it was more than "acting"...it transcended the confines of the word...just like the Sufi musicians. a.r.b. was brilliant too. i actually found her terrific in h.d.d.c.s. most people i notice are averse to the opulent grandeur of sb's films, but i am quite fascinated by them. whereas most people didn't have too many good things too say about 's,' i found it magical. poetic, yet sordid, real yet fabricated, a perfect allegory on the film world itself, where one has to fight it out, not depend on one's predeccors and carry one's own recommendation and no one else's. even if the already established actor sweeps the girl away in the end, the struggling actor keeps boxing his way into the realm of cinema. one of my favourite scenes of h.d.d.c.s. was when s.k.'s character kept refusing the food a.r. was offering him by pushing the spoon away and the way in which she kept raising the spoon with unflickering patience. now how did i get from J.A. to S.B.'s films? hmmm.