
I struggled to conjure a metaphor for the film as we took in Melbourne's skyline from the other side of the Yarra (a touristy area known as Southbank) afterwards. An unusual disinterest in Southbank's riverside restaurants solved the riddle. Before the film I'd bought a vat of popcorn for the three of us to share. Sitting between Aradhna and Karun, it was I who held the popcorn; it was I who subsequently ate popcorn nonstop for the duration of the film. Such does one experience a freshly popped bucket of a movie like Race. Far too much to ingest in one sitting, yet one's hand continues to dig out heaping mouthfuls long after the stomach has cried, "Bas!" (Hindi for 'enough'.)
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