'music and lyrics' - the lobby at galaxy

more regular readers of this blog will know how much i love pop. have always loved it- from the time that i was 10 thinking i was michael jackson hip thrusting to ‘beat it’ to now when britneys ‘toxic’ makes my day. the songs stick in my head and refuse to get out. the silly infectious lyrics and the hook laden choruses in the now goofy looking but then oh-so-deep videos where a plot was acted out in big hair and bad choreography. in ‘music and lyrics’, the 80s, the grand era of the pop song is turned into the age of real enlightenment when a has been teen heartthrob returns to the pop charts by collaborating with his plant waterer in writing a hit song for a contemporary sex goddess diva. its fluff and fun, hugh grant is dry and wonderfully sardonic, drew barrymore adorable. besides the boy meets girl romantic fluff it’s also a film about music- with music- silly fabulous pop songs about a heart going ‘pop and music videos that recall wham!. i don’t know how the film will be for someone who knows not the exhilaration of a great pop song; but for me the years of growing up with george michael and a-ha on my walls came back in a rush. on the drive back, i had to get back some of the groove and bopped my head to culture club and berlin.

as an aside, the lobby at gaiety/galaxy/gemini/gem/glamour- the famous multiplex extraordinaire at bandra, is an amazing double heighted extravaganza of planets and stars swirling in a blue sky as rockets from star wars and other hollywood blockbusters zoom around in comic book fashion. its like being caught in an indrajal comic.