The taut drama becomes even more chilling with the knowledge that it is re-enacted everyday in some form in countless brothels in India and beyond -- more often than not, without the intervention that saved Lakshmi.
Engagement comes in the unfolding of these richly drawn lives, and the nostalgic reviewing of our own. It all seems so real, and yet, Boyhood is scripted in its major moments, with improvisation from the actors.
Muffin top is the bit of blubbery overhang on a woman's mid-riff. Even it is barely noticeable, the female mind expands it exponentially to a monster truck tire. On this natural and normal belt, sadly, self-esteem dangles in despair. Is it possible to reclaim the muffin top as something positive?
In a world full of self-appointed and uncertified judges who wildly swing gavels while pointing their proverbial fingers at anyone that doesn't fit in, sentencing them to humiliation and ridicule regardless of the fact that their only crime is that of individuality.