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jgroffdaily · 1 month ago
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Photos of the ‘A Nice Indian Boy’ team at the Hamptons Film Festival from Zarna Garg and Krista Knight.
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clarasteam · 2 months ago
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transboypatrickmurray · 1 month ago
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henrytheduck36q · 6 months ago
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Roshan Sethi, Karan Soni, Zarna Garg and Sunita Mani talked about working with Jonathan Groff:
Zarna Garg: I play the mom in this movie. In many parts of the movie, I'm disappointed in my kids, which comes naturally to me. I have three kids, and I'm disappointed in them everyday. I think it was a very real life character. I have a very dumb, stupid, obtuse husband, who is also a very typical Indian man. This can't get me canceled, right? He's getting a massage right now, so he won't know.
But it felt so real. It felt like a movie whose time has come. And of course, this team right here? Led by a doctor - what more could you want in your first movie? Jonathan Groff added that little extra spice. Singing in Hindi? The world is not prepared for that.
Sunita Mani: We're calling him Jonathan Groff. He's Jonathan Groff in the movie; not a character.
Q: Was that was that some added appeal: getting to marry Kristoff from Frozen?
Karan Soni: It was. We can't imagine having done it with anyone but Jonathan. We're a real life couple of them, and when you're making a movie, you're just hoping it gets made. So, you don't think about all the weirdness that's going to happen in a shoot potentially.
As it was in pre-production, I remember us talking on the phone and being like, "We're about to shoot these scenes." And he's like, "Everyday, the crew is like, 'Are you going to be okay when Karan proposes him, and when he marries him, and when they do the sex scene, or when they kiss?'" And we had just not thought about it, really, because we're like, "How can we just get this movie made?"
And then as it was getting closer for me personally, I was like, "Oh, gosh, like this is a little bit weird that this is happening." And then we met Jonathan, and we literally were both in love with him. I like to say we formed an emotional throuple. We truly feel like he's our emotional third, and we couldn't have done it with anyone else. Yeah, it was very easy to work with them.
Roshan Sethi: I was so in doctor mode because I also work as a doctor, so I'm capable of retreating completely from real life and disappearing to some other place where I can be extremely objective. Because that's what you do in the hospital. I did that, in a way when they were doing it. I wasn't thinking at all of jealousy or any emotional reaction to what was happening. I was just completely in director mode. The only time that it became a little odd was the sex scene. That was a little weird, because I was directing the specifics of it to Jonathan and Karan, with the crew and the intimacy coordinator. The whole thing was really weird.
But again, I couldn't have imagined it with anyone other than Jonathan, because it is actually impossible to be threatened by Jonathan. He's the kindest, gentlest person. Everybody says it about him, and you assume that they're just insincere things being said in press, but he is literally the nicest person in the world. And he acts in no way as if he's aware of his fame or his many talents. He's just so gentle and easy to be around, so he made that very easy.
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news-buzz · 22 days ago
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An Interesting Queer Romantic Comedy
The prize catch of the title isn’t precisely who you may anticipate in “A Good Indian Boy,” a romantic comedy that brings a welcome queer angle to that substantial subgenre of affection tales twisted up in Indian social mores and cross-generational household politics. In lots of such movies, Naveen (Karan Soni) could be essentially the most fascinating of matches for a feminine protagonist:…
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A Nice Indian Boy ('12'): A Gay version of "What's Love Got To Do With It?"
One Mann's Movies Film Review of "A Nice Indian Boy". A terrific gay rom-com that is both funny and moving. 4/5.
A One Mann’s Movies review of “A Nice Indian Boy” (2024) (From the 2024 London Film Festival). You know the films at the LFF that go down well. Those that don’t fly get stony silence and the audience simply file out. Those that do fly get a round of applause. This, I’ve found, to be relatively rare and varying in volume depending on the love. “A Nice Indian Boy” – getting its International…
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sunshinestatecineplex · 9 months ago
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SXSW 2024: Narrative Spotlight - 10 Films To Check Out
Many of the biggest films of SXSW will be marked for the Narrative Spotlight section. While the headliners will represent the blockbuster, SXSW 2024: Narrative Spotlight features nearly two dozen other exciting films. Below, we’ve bookmarked ten that deserve your attention during the festival. Watch for these to become surprise hits in 2024. Credit: David BukachSXSW 2024: Narrative Spotlight A…
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ramayantika · 1 year ago
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Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati Rati
Aditi
It's 9am. I am at my father's place for my Godh bharai ceremony, now widely referred to as baby shower parties. I still prefer to use Godh bharai instead of baby shower. Godh bharai means to fill the lap of the mother-to-be with abundance. She is gifted with sarees, jewellery fruits, baby toys, baby clothes and lots of blessings for the upcoming newborn.
I am standing in front of the mirror. This is the same mirror where my mother used to get ready for school. She was a teacher. This is the same mirror where she used to tie my plaits for school, and this was the same mirror where I pretended to be a 90s bollywood heroine in my teens. This is the same mirror where I got ready for one last time before leaving my parents house as a bride. Now, I am back here as an expectant mother.
Maa passed away two years ago. After I got married, she would constantly pester me with questions about her future grandchildren though in a teasing and light hearted way. She was the first one who advised me to have kids when my husband and I felt ready for it instead of giving in to pressure and conceiving right away.
But look how fate played its move. My mother passed away and I couldn't even give her the happy news. Sometimes I wish I had conceived early so my mother could have seen her grandchildren. She could be with me and witness the journey of my motherhood. But she isn't alive. Maybe she is around me, and her energy still exists around my house, around this mirror, but she isn't standing here in flesh and blood. She will never touch my pregnant stomach and feel this little one's kicks. She can't compliment my pregnancy glow on my face.
I have a lovely mother-in-law. She has treated me like the daughter she never had. She has taken care of me all this while. I remember her excited little jump in the living room when I broke the news that I am pregnant. She hugged me tight and touched my flat stomach and clearly instructed, "No more moving around much. Whatever you need, whatever weirdest strangest craving you get, you will call my son, and if that idiot makes a face, immediately call for me!"
Baba was ecstatic on getting to know that he was going to be a grandfather. He wished me well, but just before ending the call, he said, "I wish your mother was here too. She would have been so happy to see her little girl be a mother." That day, I had shed a few tears while looking at my mother's photograph.
"Beta, are you ready? Pandit ji has arrived," Baba says, standing at the doorway. His eyes for a brief moment drift down at my heavy seven month stomach. I smile and say, "Baba, chill. I am carrying your grandson. You don't have to be this awkward."
He laughs and scratches his head. "Yes, I get it. Now, come down." He lends his arm and looks at me. I hear him slowly mutter under his breath. "Kash Anju hoti..." Anjana, my mother.
Everybody stop their chitter chatter and fix their gaze on me. My friends and cousin sisters, clear up the sofa and make space for me to sit. My eyes move to my husband who is staring at me just the way he saw me during our first date. Damn, am I looking this beautiful even now? He quickly comes near me and kisses my cheek, whispering, "You look lovely, meri jaan. I hope this little munchkin did not trouble you inside."
Giggling quietly, I reply, "Not at all. No morning sickness today and no Ronaldo kicks to trouble this beautiful mummy."
I hear my father clear his throat which makes my husband jerk away from me causing me to breakdown into laughter again.
An hour has passed. Pandit ji got over with the puja. Everyone has started gifting me things the baby and me. My father-in-law gifted me a beautiful pink saree which I am hundred percent sure that this was mummy ji's choice. He also places a baby shirt on my lap. He wants a grandson, I have always known this.
Next, I see mummy ji come and place a fruit basket and a cute baby frock on my lap. Now, she never had her own daughter, so she wants a granddaughter. Baba joins next and gifts me a salwar suit and books for alphabets and numbers. He wants the child to be a genius. He then opens a bag, and looks at the package. It looks old -- maybe a year or two. His eyes fill with emotion, as he places them on my lap. "Your mother had bought it much before and had even gift-wrapped it. Maybe she knew..... Open it afterwards." He lovingly pats my head.
My friends and other older women whisper blessings and fun teasing rhymes for the baby. Some of my friends dance on bollywood songs for a while. The environment feels blissful. Absolutely perfect.
"Am I late to bless the new mother-to-be?" I hear a voice from behind. Turning back, I see a beautiful lady in a green kanjeevaram saree. Her hair was elegantly donned in a bun adorned with a gajra. She looked old like around mummy ji's age, but her face, her aura felt different. Something godly.
I look at everyone. Nobody looks at this new lady. They wave at me, but don't even bat an eyelid at the woman behind me as if she is invisible to them. Confused, I ask, "Auntie, I am very sorry. I can't recognize you. Mummy ji hasn't told me anything about you."
"Would you want a poetic introduction or a straightforward one?"
Mentally I responded to her question with huh???? I answered with a sheepish smile, "A straightforward one would be good for now."
The woman laughs and answers, "Straight to the point then. Devamata Aditi."
I was almost about to drop the saree I was holding in my hand. Stuttering, I ask, "Dev- devamata. The mother of the Gods. A-aditi. A goddess."
Devamata sits beside me, and holds my hands. Maternal warmth fuses in her touch. "Well, I also have to bless new mothers now. You all are bringing new souls to this mortal realm. It's a big job!"
I can feel my cranial nerves shortcircuit. I am dreaming right? Right? This can't be true! The hormones have messed up my head. I am seeing things which also explains why none of my family members nor the guests are seeing Aditi.
"Relax, my child. I am really Aditi, and you are perfectly same. Devamata can always cast her illusion around. Come on, my son Vishnu, your favourite God does it half of the time." She hugs me gently. I feel warm loving maternal energy surround me and around my unborn baby. It feels as if maa is here.
Devamata touches my chin and says, "I know you miss your mother. Her soul is eternal, and souls always come back. Stories go on."
She places a lovely green saree on my lap. The borders are embroidered with golden threads. The glitter on the saree looks like twinkling stars. A fabric stitched from the Universe itself!
"Blessings from a mother to another one. May your child be born with good health and be surrounded with infinite love and happiness, dear one." She pats my back just like my mother used to do whenever I had any important event. My eyes moisten at the corners in happiness.
"Thank you, Maa." I hug her tighter.
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2 months later
"Ma'am please, one last push. You can do it. The baby needs just one last push." I hear the doctor's instructions, but I am too tired. The room feels dazed. My eyes are heavy. I just want to sleep.
A soft warm hand on my forehead draws me away from going into tired slumber. I blink and look at the person, thinking it to be one of the doctors on the team.
Only, it is not a doctor. It's the universal mother. My Devamata, Aditi.
Like a tired child, I mutter to her, "Maa, I can't do this anymore. I want to sleep on your lap. It's been hours, since I am here in labour. This is tiring."
Mata caresses my forehead which is probably drenched in sweat. I hear her speak, her voice soft, like a melodious lullaby.
"It's only a little effort, now, sweetheart. You are minutes away from bringing this little one to this world. The little one has to see you, its beautiful caring mother and a loving father. The child has to run around the house like little Krishna and dance like little Radha. Just one push, my love."
I shake my head. Gasping, I ask, "Can't you take care of it Mata? You are a goddess. Let me sleep, please. Get my baby out."
The goddess breathes and kisses the top of my head. "I can take care that the baby is born alive and healthy. The action has to be done solely by you. I am a goddess, but foremost a woman and we have been given enough strength to endure this pain of bringing another life into this world. You have nurtured this child in your womb for a while now. Don't you want to hold your baby? I promise, I will show you a cute little Vishnu as a toddler."
That brings some energy back to my body. "Do you promise me that?"
She nods and smiles. Maybe I am hallucinating, but I see a lone tear drip down her smile. I breathe deeply and gather all the remaining strength and push.
Darkness greets my vision, and I hear a faint murmur. "You did so well, dear one. I am so proud of you. Now, take some rest and see your darling god as a baby."
A large gate opens up leading me to a room. I am not travelling in my bodily form. Probably some astral projection or god knows what form I am in. I can't see my own body, but the sights around.
A sweet baby voice rings in my ears. I turn around and see a cradle kept in the corner of the room. Small dark hands with rosy palms hold the edges of the cradle. I walk near it, my heart pacing with excitement. As soon as I reach the cradle, my eyes land on a most beautiful baby, I have ever seen in my life.
Large doe eyes stare at me brimming with happiness and mischief. His eyes spark with recognition, and he giggles. Baby Vishnu stretches his little fingers, and holds my index finger.
I want to melt into a puddle. This is so cute. This means I will get to hold my baby and feel it touch my fingers too.
"Yes, darling." Devamata enters the room with a toddler running around her legs. "Now, are you happy to see your baby Vishnu?"
I jump around and touch Vishnu's cheeks. He laughs again, and I smile. I hear his baby voice say the word. "Sakhi......"
Devamata peers over the cradle, and gently rocks it. In a minute, Vishnu goes to sleep looking as adorable as ever.
"Mata, can I go back to my baby now?"
"Of course, putri."
I wake up energised. The first thing I see is my husband holding a small white bundle in his arms. His eyes are red with happy tears, and he whispers, "We have a daughter, and believe me or not, her eyes look just like maa." He hands over my daughter to me.
I look at the small baby girl. Her eyes meet mine, and I see a beautiful smile. I bring her close to my chest and kiss her tiny forehead.
She has my mother's eyes!
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I have no idea how this is. I don't even know how Devamata came inside my head forget writing about preganancy and motherhood.
I am literally on my period today and here I am writing on giving birth to a baby.
Also I might have tweaked around the actual stories to make you all see and read about baby Vishnu. Besides Devamata would fulfill our desires too so yeah baby vishnu!!!
I am getting cramps or my stomach feels funny now so I will go sleep byeeee. 🌸💖
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akkivee · 1 year ago
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bat’s signature thoughts except i’m just spitting straight bs lmao
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compared to his team’s pen calligraphy influences, kuukou picked up a marker and went to town lol
his brush calligraphy experience jumped out tho on those ‘h’ and ‘k’ very bold strokes
kuukou’s ‘u’ is actually derived from ‘प’ which is a sanskrit character found in the sanskrit version of his last name so kuukou’s multilingual with like hindi and/or pali
the six arrows on kuukou’s are symbols of the six perfections, core traits an enlightened person must have
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the extra dashes jyushi adds to his letters, like the ‘o’s for example, are similar to the dashes in the bb logo jyushi is now the newest bb member
the way jyushi writes his ‘a’s look like a tail with a hook, so a devil’s tail, devil’s flower release confirmed
the strokes above the jyushi’s j actually symbolise amanda, those lines combined with the ‘j’ make up an umbrella shape and it’s not jyushi providing shelter from this storm this rain as his microphone symbolises, it’s just amanda who is also on his umbrella lmao
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his pen calligraphy with old english influences says that with his juvenile interest in magic and black and white striped socks, hitoya was witchcore as a teen
he underlined the guni on his last name, the kanji that means nation, so he’s putting on emphasis that this is for the nation guys lol
he dotted his ‘i’s like diamonds so like, diamond eyes hitoya’s eye colour confirmed
or that he’s either a deftones fan or a shinedown fan. or both lol!!!!!!!!
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spaghett-onaplate · 6 months ago
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kinda wish this one guy was gay
#he's my least politically correct friend but he has a good heart#like today one of our classmates said he's improved a lot since becoming friends with me and is so much nicer now#bc his old friendgroup was fucking nasty bro they still are idk#it's all 'jokes' until it's not apparently they were pretty racist to him#i mean they were asian too but east asian and he's indian. so like racism or colourism? idk but either way awful#and obv i'm not racist so being around i and a few other different nicer people has done wonders for him#and like he initiated friendship with me straight away like he wanted to do better and can do better and has been doing better#he still has a few off jokes but i just don't humour them#and it's all just from a place of insecurity that so many teenage boys have#and he really does have a good heart i think he can continue to grow and improve#and we are just friends and becoming closer friends but like. dayum sometimes i am struck by his beautiful face#embarrassing but it's fine to have a little crush on all of your friends i think#and we played basketball today (i mostly watched) and he's so good at it like bro idk#i hope he doesn't move schools like he might (he lives really far away) bc i wanna see where this goes#friendship wise. bc i believe in him he can become a very nice person he has great potential#i can fix him guys (he has made choices to better himself and really i have little impact but i think i am helping and i'm glad)#and yeah he's just HOT my gawd#and i like breaking bad and he started watching breaking bad !!
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jgroffdaily · 2 months ago
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'A Nice Indian Boy' Review: Karan Soni and Jonathan Groff Star in One of the Funniest, Most Heartfelt Rom-Coms in Years | LFF 2024
Quite often, a wedding isn’t for the two people up on the altar, but rather, for their families. In certain cultures, particularly India, weddings are of colossal importance, an indication of the health and stature of a family. So, what happens when this generational pressure of upholding old traditions collides with modern sensibilities? You get a joyous, beautiful, and nuanced film like Roshan Sethi’s A Nice Indian Boy, adapted by Eric Randall for the screen from Madhuri Shekar's play.
It feels like years since we’ve had a decent, wedding-centered rom-com that is as much about family as it is romance. No film in the past decade has hilariously captured the anxieties of being single and attending repeated weddings like Four Weddings and a Funeral, or the absolute chaos of culture shock marriages between two people from different backgrounds in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. A Nice Indian Boy is the movie we’ve been waiting for. Not only does it call back to these adored classics from the ‘90s and early 2000s, but it’s also a queer love story that blows right past some of the heteronormative love stories that have been dropped on streamers in recent years.Sorry, Billy Eichner, but this is the queer love story everyone wanted.
Karan Soni feels like he was born to play Naveen. It’s a meticulous balancing act to play someone who is so engulfed by anxiety but is yearning to live life freely and unapologetically. The first date could’ve appeared devoid of any chemistry due to Naveen’s clear discomfort, but it’s Soni’s exceptional acting that allows just the right amount of infatuation to shine through. Jonathan Groff is as charming as ever, playing Jay as the confident, open mushball with a fragile core due to considerable trauma. The two of them are lifted by a spectacular cast
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clarasteam · 1 month ago
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At LFF for A Nice Indian Boy! Not taking pictures but there will be some by others later.
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transboypatrickmurray · 10 months ago
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i literally cant wait for a nice indian boy to come out
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topnotchquark · 1 year ago
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Since it's Bezz's birthday I had to post this grainy little video I took of an absolutely spectacular drive from him at the Indian GP this year.
This is somewhere around lap 9 and he had already built an 8 second gap to Jorge despite not starting on pole.
The temperature was easily 39° and the humidity was 65% which is brutal. Till lap 12 the air was so still you couldn't even see a leaf moving in the wind.
And Bezz won in those brutal conditions :)
An insane drive and a win he dedicated to a friend he had lost recently. The Indian GP was his day and his day only.
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news-buzz · 22 days ago
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An Appealing Queer Romantic Comedy News Buzz
The prize catch of the title isn’t exactly who you might expect in “A Nice Indian Boy,” a romantic comedy that brings a welcome queer angle to that substantial subgenre of love stories tangled up in Indian social mores and cross-generational family politics. In many such films, Naveen (Karan Soni) would be the most desirable of matches for a female protagonist: good-looking, well-spoken and a…
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aeolianblues · 5 months ago
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#Bought a cute lil dress#Wore it and showed it to my fam#Sister and dad absolutely gobsmacked; horrified about the thigh hair situation#Realising that the most pent up people on the planet for being weird about body hair are none but south Asians ourselves#Listen I will regret shaving thighs for months after if I do it— it’s the worst it’s the prickliest#Anyway so long story short we will not be wearing a cute lil dress to convocation#We will be wearing something longer that passes the internal review a bit more smoothly#One’s got to wonder at some point how much Indian beauty standards affect whether I feel dysphoric#I feel like I’m constantly wresting the definition of a woman back from these people—#I will be a girl on my terms!! My definition of girl is what I am! I can have body hair! I can have stocky legs!#I can have marks and blemishes and not look like a Ponds Beauty Cream ad poster! Fucking hell#And then the minute I gain any confidence in it; I feel like people are trying to wrest it back:#No! If you’re wearing girly dresses you’ve got to do it the Girl way! You’ve got to shave your legs; girls don’t have hair!#You should wear some cute little heels; you’ll look so nice and like a proper girl with a bit more length on your legs—#Even if they don’t *directly* say that I know what they mean.#You’re wearing a dress; stand straight; suck your tummy in! You’re not matching the poster definition of a girl#How to be a girl on your terms is a constant battle over the definition of yourself within a word that the world doesn’t agree with you on#And I say this as a cis girl; imagine how bad it must be for anyone else…#I’m the first. My dad was a house of 3 brothers. He didn’t know how to raise a girl. So he raised a boy.#Now he wants the boy to suddenly know how to be a girl. How to inhabit an unfamiliarity feminine role. Something I do not know how to do#I try and to make it my own. I don’t know how to. I’m failing at something I was never equipped to do#And we wonder why I can sometimes feel dysphoric as hell. Like I don’t belong in this word.#Idk I think it’s going to be long dress. I’m kinda bummed I didn’t just get to go full butch-style and wear a smart shirt and trousers
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