In college I saw my first foreign film. It was a Russian film of the famous play “The Cherry Orchard” done in its native Russian language with English subtitles. The cinematography, the acting was so different from American movies, yet I fell in love, and have been a foreign film junky since. The technology of video streaming sites like Amazon and Netflix has only made it easier for me to unearth more gems to obsess over.

About three years ago, a movie titled “Bride and Predjiduce” popped up in my suggested titles. This movie, though an Americanized remake of Jane Austen’s book “Pride and Prejudice,” opened my eyes to the country and culture of India. Since then, I have watched countless Hindi films, both old and new. Yes, the acting in the old and some of the new movies are corny and over the top, but the Bollywood dancing is to die for. It’s like watching the old 1950s films of Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire when they danced and sang across the big screen. Excuse me while I gush here in happiness…

My husband won’t watch these films with me. He calls them “artsy-fartsy,” but my children I have already tainted—especially my youngest. He’s more interested in watching the dance sequences over and over again, but it can be hard for an eight-year-old to keep up with the English subtitles so I don’t mind indulging him. I have no problem gushing over a dance sequence more than once 🙂