|My eyes are still glued to the screen at least as much as Shashi's are to this stage. (Sharmilee, 1971.)|
Just today, I finished watching a Shashi and Sharmila film from 1967, Aamne Samne. It was an above average thriller, but the personal occasion it marked somewhat upstaged its inherent charms.
Aamne Samne was my 100th Hindi film. And let me tell you, I'm happier than Zeenat's thighs in a thunderstorm about right now.
|P.S. If you see Shashi, Zeenat, and Rakhee films taking over the s-caps of this short post . . . it's because they were my first real loves in Hindi cinema, and I think they deserve a bit of the credit for me sticking around. (Ajanabee, 1974.)|
Sure, there's a whole lot more to see and experience and learn. 100 films isn't that much in the scope of things (although, 100 hardly includes the multitude of bits and pieces of films I've seen, and doesn't count other non-Hindi Indian language films), and I'm still an innocent wandering in the wood in terms of understanding Hindi cinema, I'm sure.
|Points for guessing this film :)|
However, no logical caveat is going to keep me from celebrating this occasion.
|I have a goddess-given right to get all dressed up and go to the party. Which goddess? Why, Zeenat of course!|
This week, I'm going to try to step it up and document some of my big picture reflections about the films I've seen so far . . . probably via a series of posts. But today, I mostly just want to bask.
|Hey, if Rakhee takes time to enjoy the afterglow, so should I . . .|
Here's to the next 100 Hindi films!
|(Aamne Samne, 1967)|