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Enjoying the charm of average movies


OTT has redefined the way we enjoy 3-star movies. Movies that aren't worth the hassle of a big-screen viewing, yet not so bad that you miss it entirely. 

Bonus points if it has some terrific performances. It's as exciting as riding a small displacement motorcycle fast on ORR. Hella fun.

They are the kind of movies that find permanent housing on your watchlist but are always given a pass in favour of something more exciting. Something more fun. 

And when you do want to watch it, it's like bathing in cold water - you just have to brush aside good judgment and jump in headfirst. You enter a world where the action isn't exciting enough, the drama isn't convincing enough and the comedy evokes a toothy smile at most. Movies that are worth your time, if time isn't worth that much really.




It's sad to see such movies getting pulled into dark alleys of intellectualism and beaten up by the critic mafia with batons of tasteful art. 

The barometer to judge these movies is different. Moreso because you have the power to pause when you want to pee, skip the uninteresting bits and leave the movie halfway through - promising to come back to it later. 

But some movies, you watch it through the bad bits, the unimpressive twists, the unnecessary sleaze, to the end. You don't come out the other end a changed man. You come out of it barely entertained. 

Not every movie needs to be intellectually masturbated over. Some movies deserve to be poked with a stick from afar. That's fun too.

Should we celebrate these movies? Not really. But you can enjoy it without ruining it by rubbing your snotty intellectual nose all over it. After all, the purpose of a movie is to entertain, is it not?


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