'Mithunam' movie pushes every telugu person who got to enjoy the tastes of parents and grandparents, into a nostalgia. Truly, you get to hear the good childhood radio programs.........opening music from AIR played in every household early in the morning, the Vandemataram, the sanskrit news (Samprati vartaaha shuyantaam!), the music before the agriculture-based program(oops..........forgot the name!!), Janaranjani(Vividbharathi, vanijyaprasaara vibhaagam) and everything.
The food at the heart of Telugu household, the pappu, vankaaya koora, dappalam (in bowls made of stone - raachippa), gaarelu, kaakarakaaya pulusu, and it goes on (I can't name them anymore....my mouth is already watering) is not left behind.
The open backyard filled with herbs, shrubs and trees of various fruits and vegetables is Telugu home authenticated.
The similes, the reclining chair with wooden frame and cloth seat, the wooden pillars placed outlining the verandahs...........I can go on describing the numerous sweet little things that the movie brought back to my memory and those reflections that came out as drops from my eyes. My father should have loved it to the core.
I prefer not to take back the performances of the actors (the characters from Sriramana's story, which I read 13 years back, are still intact in my mind), the story (the version on book is better) and the direction (Kaka is totally bored of the characters either staring at each other or quarreling).
The food at the heart of Telugu household, the pappu, vankaaya koora, dappalam (in bowls made of stone - raachippa), gaarelu, kaakarakaaya pulusu, and it goes on (I can't name them anymore....my mouth is already watering) is not left behind.
The open backyard filled with herbs, shrubs and trees of various fruits and vegetables is Telugu home authenticated.
The similes, the reclining chair with wooden frame and cloth seat, the wooden pillars placed outlining the verandahs...........I can go on describing the numerous sweet little things that the movie brought back to my memory and those reflections that came out as drops from my eyes. My father should have loved it to the core.
I prefer not to take back the performances of the actors (the characters from Sriramana's story, which I read 13 years back, are still intact in my mind), the story (the version on book is better) and the direction (Kaka is totally bored of the characters either staring at each other or quarreling).
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