At one point while watching PROJECT KASHMIR, I thought of the moments Thomas Fowler spends in the South Vietnamese turret in Graham Greene’s The Quiet American. Those were the quiet, humanly awkward and poignant moments before the turret was blown apart and Fowler’s life saved by Pyle, his rival in romance.
KARMA CALLING follows the Raj family, an Indian family living in New Jersey. An incredibly light but heart-felt film, it makes you believe that no matter what, everything can and will work out in the end if you just believe. A labor of love by Sarba Das and her entire family, it’s an interesting comparison of India coming to America and America coming to India.
What’s in a father? In the three films that I’ve seen so far this year apart of the film festival, Lee Yoon-Ki’s MY DEAR ENEMY, Sarba Das’ KARMA CALLING, and Ed Radtke’s THE SPEED OF LIFE, that question gnaws at me. My insides, retching. An invisible, depressed father . A desperate father that can’t provide for his family. Fathers who are strangers to their sons and lovers. What does any of this mean?
I think my exhaustion has robbed me of witty headings and my convenient pool of descriptive adjectives. And thank goodness I was an hour early to my personal time-clock because I ended up being just on time for the screening of KARMA CALLING. What I want to know is why not more people came to see this movie. Because, yeah, um, with blatant bias, it rocked.
Opening night for this year’s SFIAAFF at the Castro Theatre was SPECTACULAR and- as naive as it sounds- unlike any experience that I’ve ever had! It really went by in a flash. After finding my seat in the beautiful, ritzy, busy Castro Theatre amongst my fellow delegates, we chatted anxiously about everything going on around us