Thank you about that observation regarding the women. Yes, put that way, it makes complete sense.

But you’re so, so right. This is such a lovely film, only superficially childish. There’s an exuberance and a deep understanding of human nature that makes it very uplifting in ways that surpass race and creed and everything else. A gem! It reminds me in some ways of the Spanish film Bienvenido Mister Marshall!: that too is outwardly hilarious, but deep down has much more to say.

I wonder how something so ‘childish’ could have such layers and meanings below their surface. Even today, when I’m depressed I remember Bagha saying- ‘Tumi koro giye chinta. Pet bhore khabo, pran bhore ghurbo’ (Why worries! I’ll eat till my stomach is full. I’ll wander (sing and dance) till my last breath). The sadness we feel today is not just for the passing of a true artist. It marks the end of a magical age when movies were works of art, stories were simple, soul ruled over special effects, and characters stayed in our hearts long after the end credits had rolled. It is hard to digest that for the final time- Goopy will sing no more!