Screw Netflix Instant!
I’m back on the Netflix DVD train, the only place where you can reliably depend on an eclectic collection of movies in the U.S.
This afternoon with a glass of Chocolate Gin cocktail in my hand and fried peanuts seasoned with curry leaves, grated ginger and coriander perched on a nearby wobbly stool I sat down to watch the French film The Women on the 6th Floor.
Don’t ask how or why I picked this one.
Just attribute it to my partiality for European films.
Set in the early 1960s (well, 1962 if you persnickety types insist on precision), Les femmes du 6ème étage (The Women on the 6th Floor) is the epitome of charm.
Like a lot of European films, it’s hard to pigeonhole The Women on the 6th Floor into a clear category.
There’s a hazy political backdrop to the movie in terms of classes (employers/’Bosses’ vs employees), some talk of Franco and the Spanish Civil War, a bit of religion, a big dollop of comedy and, of course, love as the underpinning.
Quite a kichdi, isn’t it?
Ah, I almost forgot – Full nudity.
Alas, only the rear + side view.
Well, we’ll take our blessings as they come.
Hey, shedding clothes is part of the French charm like yodeling champestanu (kill you) in a Telugu film.