I am still wondering why I didn't adore Life of Pi? Was I just tired? Should I have kept myself awake with strong coffee and ignored the family sitting next to me , gobbling samosas? It's hard to concentrate on deep, allegorical images when the man to the right is burping noisily through dramatic scenes. Besides, I had forgotten to pick up my 3D chasma. A few early moments were blurred. Not that I wanted to look the tiger in the eye at all. Then I had major problems with Irfan Khan's peculiar accent which went from Denver to Dombivali. It was particularly odd when he spoke about finding 'Gaad' everywhere. What exactly was he looking for? It took me an hour to figure out he was looking for God. Frankly, highly simplistic lines that advise viewers to 'let go'etc sounded plain dumb. And which desi family speaks the way the Patels from Pondicherry ( if you please!) do? Those dinner table conversations were stilted and as fake as Pi's soul searching in the middle of a violent electrical storm. Come on, Ang Lee. India is so much more than a gleaming golden reclining Vishnu floating down a river. Or Tabu playing Yashoda and deconstructing the legend of Krishna as a bed time story.
Sorry... I wasn't enchanted. I was just bored.