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I'll say it, ain't no shame in my game, I LOVE the New York Post. Kindly tell me what other paper entertains so thoroughly for a mere $.50. Exactly.

An item in yesterday's metro edition caught my eye; buried way in the back, long after the gleeful schadenfreude of page six, I saw the words Black Narcissus in a caption that was being suffocated by movie listings.

Intrigued, I did a double-take while slowly remembering that this was a book by Indian-born, erstwhile resident of Kashmir Rumer Godden, an author I had adored when I was much younger and sadder. Down went the paper and to the iBook I turned. IMDB was immediately summoned and I chortled at the movie's tagline:

A Story to Storm Your Heart! Drama at the top of the world ... where winds of the exotic past sweep men and women to strange and fascinating adventure...

Well, "top of the world" obviously means India. I mean, duh. More:

Anglican nuns, led by the stern Sister Clodagh, attempt to establish a religious community in the Himalayas, and must battle not only suspicious locals and the elements, but their own demons as well.

Oooooooh. They battled their own demons as well? Exciting!

I noticed that one of the cast members had a very Malayalee name, so I predictably clicked through to find out more about..."Sabu", aka "The first Indian and middle-eastern actor to make it big in Hollywood." Apparently "he was restricted to stereotypical roles of Indians." Wow, that's so sad, I mean, look at how far we've come! Indians aren't subject to such narrow-minded casting now, thank goodness. *gag*

Oh, and AFAIK he's not Mallu but he was an awesome Amreekan:

He became an American citizen on January 4, 1944, after which he served in the US Army Air Force during World War II as a tail gunner.

Father of Jasmine Sabu and Paul Sabu.

According to his widow, actress Marilyn Cooper, Sabu had a complete physical just a few days before his death, at which time his doctor told him, "if all my patients were as healthy as you, I'd be out of business." Thus, his sudden death of a heart attack at the age of only 39 came as even more of a shock than it would have been otherwise. His last film, Disney's A Tiger Walks (1964), was released posthumously, to good reviews.

He became an American citizen ON my birthday AND he was Air Force?

*swoooon*

So, if you're looking for something to do in NYC this weekend BESIDES Pooja's awesome brown lit+writing event, check out Black Narcissus. Do it for Sabu, man.

Showtimes via NYP:

WALTER READE THEATER AT LINCOLN CENTER
Lincoln Center & W. 65th St. (Above Alice Tully Hall)
70 Lincoln Center Plaza, New York
(212)875-5600

Black Narcissus
(1946) (NR)
Friday 2:30
Saturday 9:00
Sunday 6:30