I love it when stories from my childhood are remade in a different style. It keeps me in touch with what I had, and adds to it.

This is a really well made film, a real delight to watch. I admit, I haven't watched all of it, but what I have, I've absolutely loved.

So here it is, enjoy

It's very small here, hit the full list of places to watch it for a better look: http://www.sitasingstheblues.com/wiki/index.php?title=SitaSites

And finally, if you enjoyed it, I recommend making a donation to Nina Paley, the film maker, and the person who fought to make this available to us. (that took years as I understand it)

Just looking at the still frame, it reminds me of a series of indonesian cultural stories. I'll see if I can find them anywhere. I'll have to watch this video later (i'm at work) but it sounds great..

Ah yes... that frame reminds me of the wayang kulit

Its reminds me of Rama... Rama(yana)something? I can't quite remember what it was called...

Yeah, the Ramayana

Which is where Sita's story is played out...

Aha!

I'll wiki it later this arvo

My dear departed father used to enjoy Indian culture.  He spent good few years there, around the time of Ghandi, while he was in the RAF .  He could converse in Hindu and another language - can't remember which one, Apparently the RAF had language courses.  I remember as a kid that whenever my mother was ill (she was quite often) he used to do all the cooking and we had nothing but Indian style food.  We had relatives in Birmingham (there were lots of Indian immigrants there). Whenever we visited we had to go out and eat Indian food.  He wouldn't go to the restaurants that were run by Pakistani's though, to him there was a definite distinction between them, a bit like going to an Italian restaurant run by Albanians, kind of thing.  Anyway, to the point I was thinking about when I started to post this, he would sit and listen to the Indian music and claim that it hadn't changed a bit since the 1940's (this was the 1960's).  Nowadays there is the BBC Asian services available in the UK and some of the music, although sung by women who are absolutely stunning and has obviously been brought up to date, still has the same Indian sound to it.

Your father sounds like someone I would have liked to meet.

He must have had some stories to tell.

He did, but it was a tortuous business listening to the repeats...

That's family!

Well if the stories were different each time they were told, then it would be a worry..

I sometimes start to talk about something that happened in the past and will say to the kids "have I ever told you about this before"? ...Occasionally the reply is "Yeah, several times"!......oops

Hey, I do that, and I ain't even got kids!

I lose track of who I've told things to... but I at least normally have a sense that I've told some people, so I know to ask if I've already told the specific person I'm talking to at the time.

My dad has terrible memory for these things - routinely wheels out stories I've heard a dozen times as if they're new. Also forgets things I've told him... asks questions that I've already answered multiple times, that kind of stuff.

Yeah my mum does that all the time. Even though I hear things a million times over, I listen because I know at least she has someone to talk to. If it starts to get really bad, I'll say something but for the meantime, I dont see any harm in lending an ear to my ol' mum

For me it depends on my mood and the person doing the repeating.

I can sit thru one story fine, but some of my family members are long-winded story tellers, and I can barely sit thru the first story telling in that case!

Yeah.. thats why I try to avoid those family things..... like christmas.... 

Douglas Adams wrote a "one-liner" for Arthur Dent.  Him and Ford Prefect were about to be ejected into deep space by the Vogons.  It went:-  "It's at times like this I wish I'd listened to my mother!"  Ford Prefect replies "What did she say?"  ---  "I don't know, I wasn't listening!"

Perhaps there was a moral to that...

hehehehe

I can't claim that... Sometimes I still hear my mum's voice in my head. Looks like her nagging actually did sink in