I love you dude. Let it rip. [Why you must go watch The Bear right now]

 








If you’ve been a regular reader of this godforsaken blog, you might’ve read the fictional stories

[Part 1: Girl meets boy & Part 2: The Lost Dog]. It might be a great time to tell you that those

fictional characters were [very] loosely based on my friends in college. 


Friends in college can be a whole ass experience because the morons you hang out with

can either make or break you. Literally. They’re like skunks who imprint on your spiritually

and leave you with personality traits that last you a lifetime. 


There’s a reason that The Breakfast Club is a cult classic. There’s a reason why every one of

you cried like a bitch when Tony Stark died. There’s a reason why we all sing along to the Barden

Bellas, or love to see three friends outrun bulls and waste tomatoes in Spain and a reason that

when Farhan and Raju go looking for their friend Rancho, we want to go along with them -

because as human beings, we all deserve and need people who get us, who make life simpler.

We are the music we listen to, the movies we watch. We are our chosen family.


The Bear begins with chaos - clear issues the protagonist is dealing with [the show begins

with him dreaming about fighting a bear] and an unruly group of chefs unwilling to accept new

leadership. Problems keep surmounting in an Indian soap opera kinda way. But here’s what

the show tells you what skateboarding has already taught me - persistence is key. It doesn’t

matter how slow you are, as long as you keep going.


You get to see fuckups throughout the first season. You’d think they wrote the idiom ‘too many

cooks spoil the broth’ after watching The Bear. But you know what fuckups lead to in art

and in life - growth. And even under intense heat, and when they’re all over the place [or the

kitchen], they make it work. It’s kinda like when a group of random assassins stop fighting each

other and begin to find common grounds for bonding [yes, I’m narrating the plot of the first

Guardians of the Galaxy movie]. 


Throughout the two seasons, the elements of the plot prima facie seem chaotic, but give it time,

and you begin to see them working in unison to bring out the hidden flavour. The Bear unravels

like the perfect dish, with its intense, perfectly coordinated longshots [scenes shot with no

breaks], individual characters getting their own dedicated screen time [what I call ‘Sydney’s

tryst with recipes’], a far-from-the-chaos episode dedicated to dudes making dessert, directed

by Ramy Youssef, a delicious cameo from Will Poulter, an eargasm of Tina Karaoking, and an

intriguing love interest [as I like to call it, what not to do when someone gives you the wrong number. 





But not all is as smooth sliding as it seems. The Bear keeps it interesting. Chaotic, but controlled.

What it unleashes on you like a real nightmare [dinner with family], follows with a soothing

transformation of a rather unliked character. It seasons each ingredient[character] individually,

and follows up on their personal growth, some of it coming together [and some ending

even more chaotically] in the end. But one thing that the show establishes for certain is the

anxious, dubious second-guessing undertones turning to faith, patience, and trust among Chef

Carmen Berzatto’s chosen family. 


another thing the show does deliciously well: the cast's wardrobe 


The Bear is available to watch on Hotstar. It’s just two seasons, mostly 30-minute episodes that
may or may not kick your anxiety but will surely make you hungry.

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