Monsoon Wedding

As Miss Self-Important noted recently, there really is a very small number of decent movies streaming on Netflix. (I've watched more terrible Netflix movies than you can count.) One of the decent ones is Monsoon Wedding. I was introduced to this movie a million years ago by Myrrh and Gold (was that really only six years ago?!). In honor of our own recent wedding, I introduced Francisco to it. (This was the night before enjoying a South Indian feast with NK at Woodlands Indian Restaurant in MD, also highly recommended, particularly if you have South Indian best friend-in-law. DC is not really the place for Indian food, so when you find a treasure, you have to hold onto it.)

Monsoon Wedding, like Bridezillas, follows a family through the last several days of wedding planning. The similarity ends there. An Indian family welcomes back members who have been living in America; the bride in an arranged marriage rethinks her ended affair with a married tv star; the bride's cousin relives childhood abuse; and the wedding planner engages in his own romance. What results is something real--the good and the bad and the ugly are all there together. It's a film that doesn't shirk from difficulty and complication, but that ultimately affirms the love and commitment and family.