Welcome to another weekly review by yours truly.

As promised, I picked something upbeat.

In fact, the beats from this oldie but goodie are still rattling around in my head.

The film is none other than I Have Found It, or by its original name, Kandukondain Kandukondain.

I first saw the film when I was a kid. I didn’t understand the story, but the music was so catchy that I never forgot it.

I believe this Bollywood film is an adaptation of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility.

Funnily enough, I haven’t gotten around to reading that either.

Lol.

Shame, really, because if I Have Found It is anything to go by, I’d better do myself a favor and read it.

Even so, I Have Found It is pretty good on its own.

That being said, let’s get it!!!!

Set in the magical land of India, three sisters and their mother find themselves homeless after the passing of their elderly grandfather.

Sowmya, bless her heart, wants to get married but is stigmatized because of her deceased fiancé’s suicide.

A series of unfortunate events keep happening that have nothing to do with her directly, but because people are superstitious, no one is willing to marry her.

Meenakshi, next in the birth order, has her head stuck in the clouds when it comes to love and is waiting for her knight in shining armor to whisk her away.

The case of the overbearing mother strikes again.

Believing her daughter to be truly cursed, the mother unwittingly torments Sowmya with unkind words.

Despite her best efforts, Sowmya eventually succumbs to those lies and internalizes the rumors as loverboy Manohar rises to fame and shows his true colors.

My question is: why did he say those mean things behind her back?

He can’t claim he didn’t know about the so-called curse with her useless mother constantly running her mouth.

He claimed to love her, yet he said such hurtful things knowing her situation.

Further, when things weren’t going his way, it felt like he was taking his frustrations out on her.

Was that gaslighting, or am I just being too sensitive?

Honestly, I don’t think I would marry a man like him.

I’m all for marriage, but sometimes it’s better to be alone.

I remember a time when I believed everything I saw on television.

I would watch shows like Family Matters and wonder why my family dynamic wasn’t like that.

To me, Meenakshi seems sheltered.

Deluded?

Is that the word I’m looking for?

Her naivety is on par with Fantine from Les Misérables.

It’s like the world of books built her framework for what relationships should be.

How deep did her relationship with Srikanth actually go?

Were they intimate?

Is it inappropriate to ask?

Lol.

Anypoops, she wept as if she had given him everything.

Maybe I’m wrong.

Is it alright that Meenakshi married the older gentleman?

Will she tire of Captain Bala and eventually seek out someone younger?

Of course, she’d be trash to do that now that she’s married, but I wonder if that wasn’t the reason he was so eager to help her find another suitor.

What’s a good age to get married?

When is it too late?

For women, the biological clock is certainly less forgiving, while men don’t seem to face the same pressure.

But other than that, who put a time limit on marriage?

Before he died, the grandfather kept talking about his will—his last will and testament.

My question is: why did he wait until he was bedridden and unable to speak before having a change of heart?

The foolish son he treasured hadn’t visited him in ten years, but the child he despised enough to cut out of the will stood faithfully by his side.

I applaud those ladies for not stooping as low as the widow and kicking her out.

Most likely she would’ve returned to her father’s house, but she deserved nothing.

Then again, I suppose not all money is good money.

It’s a shame the grandfather’s legacy went to strangers, but he brought it on himself.

The music was even better than I remembered, but I’m not surprised.

A. R. Rahman was the composer, and his music is usually good, no?

Anypoops, I give this movie a fresh rose straight out of Mirai’s private garden.