the social network- review.

The Social Network

THE SOCIAL NETWORK. Directed by David Fincher. Starring Jesse Eisenberg, Rooney Mara, Bryan Barter. A story about the founders of the social-networking website, Facebook.

REVIEW. I’d been wanting to watch The Social Network for a while, and finally got to watch it a few days back. I expected a certain amount of awesomeness, as the movie was being made by kickass people. I was also mildly interested to see what Justin Timberlake would bring to the film. I expected flashes of Harvard dorm life, a lot of “staring out of the window as an indie-pop song is played” (in a very biopic-y way) interspersed with boring court scenes as the Connect-U lawsuits were sure to be covered.

What I got instead blew. me. away. The Social Network turned out to be an example of how a great director, screenwriter and cast could put their talents to the best possible use, making the outcome mindblowing.

For it was fast-paced. I normally text during films, but the fast, fluid and wordy ongoings of the film made me forget all about my mobile phone for the entire two and a half hour period.

It was well-structured. Making the lawsuits (which were anything but boring) the center of the film, and having the rest of the story being told in flashbacks, was a brilliant decision.

It was emotional, without being corny. No “staring out of the window while an indie pop ballad plays in the background” scenes in this movie.

It was well-acted. Jesse Eisenberg (who plays Mark Zuckerberg), in particular, gave a brilliant performance- from the mannerisms to dialogue delivery. Definitely the stuff Academy Award-winning performances are made of.

It captured the evolution of Facebook from TheFacebook- from a “cool” thing, an exclusive thing, to something that would grow to connect millions across the world (the Facebook population is bigger than the population of Brazil). It showed how, and why, certain marketing decisions were made.

In the process, it also portrays Mark Zuckerberg (Jesse Eisenberg), as narcissistic, arrogant and socially challenged. Facebook is shown as his attempt to rise up the social ladder and get his ex-girlfriend back (causing him to lose his best friend and face two lawsuits in the process). While the Real Mark Zuckerberg criticises this premise of the film with, “They just can’t wrap their head around the idea that someone might build something because they like building things.”- lets face it, Sorokin’s and Fincher’s version makes the film more interesting, especially as it’s responsible for the dramatic way in which the movie ends.

As the closing credits were aired, I was filled with the belief that The Social Network was without doubt, one of the best movies of 2010. It captured every unit of my attention span, as I was lost in a story that was told so well. I’m glad I watched it. It was quite an experience and like any good film, it made me Google and Wikipedia a lot of stuff afterwards like:

1. What Mark Zuckerberg thought of The Social Network

2. The Social Network reviews (I needed to know that everybody thought it was as awesome as I did. Critics have a way of hating the films I love)

3. Connect-U lawsuit

4. Eduardo Saverin

5. Sean Parker

In other words, the movie was not just brilliantly executed and all sorts of awesome, it also made me care about the story it told- making me want to know which parts of the movie actually happened and the parts which just made it a better story. (Which you can check out here)

the summer

The summer of ’10 was the kind of summer that makes you conscious and yet unconscious of every moment that passes by. It was the summer before college. The summer after school. The in-between. The months where nothing mattered and yet everything did. From college applications to lazing around and reading and watching movies and spending so much money eating out in the same cheapass place. From Queensland (the amusement park, not the place in Australia) to small and huge reunions and texting and watching TV and doing all of the above at once.

Spending afternoons at Oxford Bookstore reading comics you didn’t plan to buy, meeting people you’d last seen and heard of years ago, and Movie Premieres and unplanned sleepovers you just ended up in without a toothbrush or change of clothes (and you remember the you in seventh standard, the miniature version of you who meticulously packed and overpacked for sleepovers: the bulging bag that contained soap, paste, toothbrush, change of clothes, pyjamas). It was the kind of summer that was easy to take for granted until college came along.


I go for driving class everyday. I’m supposed to get there by 7.30AM but I’m usually there only at eight. I’m a natural at underachievement and showing no enthusiasm at anything whatsoever. I signed up for driving because I thought it would be cool to be able to drive to college (once I am allowed to get my license, that is (November 16th 2010)), but I found the third gear scary and just couldn’t drive in this long stretch without swerving left and right all unneccessarily like a bad game of Juiced (can you see the sparks fly as the car hits the edges of the sidewalk?).

Y feared the world would end and the Chennai population wouldn’t be safe and X was all, “You’re gonna drive? Hahaha.” My hand-eye, leg-eye, leg-hand coordination is just- hahaha. We’ll leave it at that.

Surprisingly, driving classes were okay and the passersby were safe. But I was too scared and wary of the traffic and cars nearby and drove so so slowly.

Today, though, for some reason, I felt this urge to drive. I wasn’t part-dreaming about going home and checking out the first page of the  MetroPlus or whatever I had planned for the afternoon or anything. I was itching to start the engine and hit the accelerator even before the driving instructor got there.

Without the fear and with this strange desire to just drive, and not hoping the next half an hour got over before I knew it, the next half an hour did fly. Bridges, the morning air, the dumpsters, Cute guy in uniform (wasn’t school over? Why did he have school?) running across the road, the gray-blue-ness of the morning sky, the cars honking and autos whistling past the bumpy road… Speed morphed these things into nothing more than flashes which I savoured.

There’s nothing nicer than going for a morning drive.