Wednesday, 17 July 2013

The obsession that is Al Pacino

It all started when i was sixteen. A young impressionable age i must say. And my dear father introduced me to him. Poor soul ! How was he to know that his daughter will become one obsessed being? No. Correction. Obsessed and psychotic maniacal being who goes into throes of hysteria just by the mention of his name? That name, which is synonymous with the most infamous characters on-screen, both hated and revered. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Let me present to you the one and only Al-goddamn-pacino !

Whether it is Michael Corleone from Sicily or Tony Montana from Cuba, that man never fails to send my heart into a tizzy. I can literally feel it pine for the righteous Arthur Kirkland from "And justice for all" and Frank Serpico from "Serpico". Hell, i dont even mind Lefty from "Donnie Brasco" ! Ah! the sheer joy of watching him on-screen. You can almost feel the intensity on the screen radiating outwards towards you for which you need a shield to prevent it from seeping in. True, he has done some really sucky roles, but you can excuse a man from some mistakes. We ain't that harsh!

Anyhow, I was a happy and a normal teen till i was sixteen ( specifically till that day). And then came along Michael Corleone and calmly de-pithed me and made me a completely unhinged and crazy Homo sapiens sapiens  and on top of that, every look at the screen made me curse myself for being born in a very very later decade. Damn you destiny! You are a brutal entity! Either i shouldn't have known about the existence of this Alfredo James Pacino or i shouldn't have fallen for him like i did. Thanks to thou, there is an Al shaped hole in my heart! Now tell me, who the hell can fill it ?!

Sometimes i feel i shall die a spinster. In an old manor. With a cat named Alfredo. With my wedding gown on.  And the DVD player playing Godfather. And a box set of 'The complete works of you-know-who' next to it. Because noone according to me can hold a candle to him. ( see in my twisted head, he has become the yardstick for the guys i fall for) And well anyway i know, courtesy Mr Pacino (my regards to him) I have truly become "out of order"


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