I adore Sharmila Tagore. There are a very few actors whose movies I’ll automatically sit through no matter what and she’s one of them. I’d love to pretend I have a secret, intellectually snobbish reason for my love (well, my deah, she was a Ray heroine, you know. It was simply terrible the things the poor deah was forced to do in those vulgah Hindi movies), but the truth is she’s always been my girl crush.
I’ll watch her in Bengali, Hindi, whatever language you like, with her hair towering over her head like a modern sculpture and my little heart goes pitter pat with love.
Long have I struggled, but denial can only work so far. When clips of Sharmila dancing can put you in a better mood, you know the time has come to go gently into that night. Today’s choice:
“My name is Suzy,” lisps the song and OMG, how gosh darned cute is that?! Turquoise harem pants! Yellow hiphuggers! Rejects from the world’s most effeminate marching band! Golden tinsel grass skirts! And the best figure in the business. Dayum.
Probably one of my favorite songs ever, this is definitive proof that “dancing” is not a word that ought to have been allowed anywhere near Sharmila Tagore. What is that thing she’s doing with her hips? It’s like the choreographer just threw up his hands and showed her the “hero” steps and asked her to put in a few extra jhatko-matkos and called it a day. And yet! so charming!
NAHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!!! Could the name of the song be any more perfect? “Dhoka” is right.