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Under the Tuscan Sun- A feeling!




I saw ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’ and by far its one of the most beautiful visual movies I have ever seen. Magical Italian landscapes, bedsheets of flowers sprawled across distances, old buildings, churches, castles; the sights straight from some fairy tale. Roads and lanes and windings on which you would want to ride a Vespa, meadows on which you would want to see your soulmate, your prince come riding along and you waiting to be swept off your feet. 

The villa ‘Barmasole’ which Frances buys pretty much intuitively after she is led to it by destiny is no less than an important character which changes and shapes her life; for its the villa that brings her to meet other people and that saves her from sinking into loneliness. The transformation of the almost dilapidated, infested with insects and creeper-ed villa into the prettiest, raw but elegant of all Italian villas runs parallel to Frances’ transformation from a depressed, broken divorcee into an hopeful and happy woman. 


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The movies mets out some gems of messages like when Frances’ has a breakup with her Italian lover, with whom she had hoped of restarting her love life with and then when she sees young love, young lovers striving hard to be together she picks up the broken pieces of her heart and instead helps in stitching a new love story. 
When she helps her flamboyant friend Katherine to get into bed after a drunk night Katherine tells her how one should never lose their childish innocence and how thats the only thing that makes one go on in life. 
And when Martini reminds a sad and a lonely Frances that her wishes had been fulfilled- one that she wished to have a wedding in her villa and by striving to get the two lovers married she had achieved that and the second wish to have a family in that villa gets fulfilled via Patti, Frances’ best friend who comes to stay with her and Patti has a baby. Martini makes Frances realize that you can find your own happiness by helping fulfilling their wishes, their happiness. Such simple messages ‘there is hope towards the end of the dark tunnel’ flow throughout the movie through a fresh perspective. 

When you, being a writer yourself sees another writer doing something so drastic like buying a house on a whim that too in between nowhere, not following your plan nor having any plans at all and instead choosing to listen to that little voice inside your head; something stirs and jumps inside you. I began to wonder will I do that. Of course I will! Will I be able to do that? Not sure. But yes I do want to do that once in my life. Writing from a house standing upon a picturesque location without being disturbed by the crazy city or phones or internet is what every other writer dreams of. But only a few actually accomplish this dream. 

What I realized is that a few dreams turn true when you decide and work hard to make them come true. But there are some dreams, some wishes that you needn’t work upon at all. They come true if and when they are destined to come true! You might be a good writer but God is a greater writer and is writing the best possible story for you. All we need to do is to take a leap of faith and leave the rest to God :) 

Comments

Meenal said…
Very good review. Yes, it does capture the essence of the movie. I am glad you liked it as much as I did, and it has inspired you too.....I approached my apt in meadows with the same sort of wondrous feel for nature and adventure to make it a happy place for my family and friends....A tiny attempt to fulfill my dream in the heart of civilization and beauty of nature......now you go ahead and seek yours !!! Love Life and Enjoy,
-meenumavshi
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