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Sita Sings the Blues

Rama, Hanuman, Sita, rain

And she sings it well! Sita Sings the Blues is an outstandingly humorous rework on one of the world’s most banal epics – Ramayana. The take is very unique and juxtaposes various stylistic representations to rebuild the tale of love, war, chastity and the call of duty. The elucidations are thought-provoking but casual, the kind you would have in an extempore discussion. The anachronistic croons further add to your viewing pleasure.

Nina Paley knows she’s got a good thing going. A petition to ban the movie strongly vouches for it.

It’s released under Creative Commons and you’re free to download and distribute it.

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gurdas said…
Oh my God! I am rushing out of home and thought I'd take a peek. Started the video and randomly scrolled to the part where Ravana wants Sita to marry him.
LOL. Side splitting!!
:-)

Need to catch the full thing later. Thanks.

ps: Get this music out of your blog page. You are forcing it down my ears. I am forced to stop whatever I am playing because your webpage is messing it up. In short, your page is rude. Got it?
;-)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010 4:04:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
The 'annoying' music will soon drop off the homepage and relegate to the archive.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010 8:55:00 AM
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