Remember 25th December ...

Remember remember the 5th of November,

The gunpowder, treason and plot;

I can think of no reason why the gunpowder treason

should ever be forgot ...

So finally a blog that doesnt require much creativity - blatant bullet points and factual descriptions. And i am sure to some it might look better than the recent disaster of movies i have been subjecting myself to - which includes RNBDJ and Ghajini.

In fact, the overboard southie script to which AK has subjected himself has seriously led me to believe that the guy has become prone to senility and in fact when he signed on the dotted line, must have been deliriously suffering from Retrogade Amnesia - or was it Dyselexia - i forget which ... Ummm ... what was the name of that director again ???

I dont think it cost me much though to go and have a look at Ghajini in between my exams. There was supposedly not much to study anyways. My only repent is that i had to sacrifice my sleep by a couple of hours. I had to make up for the ghastly visions of this horrendous show and script massacre by re-watching Memento at 2am to soothe my thoughts. It was not until that time did i realize the miserable attempt to name the movie after John G. Atleast Johnny Gaddar was a more apt name than Ghajini.

The only key takeaway (as consultants in their analysis would say) was the gorgeous heroine Asin and the songs, which unfortunately were thrown around without a connect. Apart from that I was glad the inspector died a brutal death crushed under a bus and the director did us a favor by not letting him continue further into the movie. What dialogue delivery amma ! And the only reason why someone would have Jia Khan in the movie is to launch a new face parallely without having to bother about second glances at JK. The comparitive base line for Asin was way too low !

(Disclaimer - I will not entertain comments on how fat or flabby Asin looked and how big a butt she has - people just don't realize that there is so much more of her to love that way, both literally and figuratively)

Come to think of it, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi suddenly seems a lot better - i atleast expected it to be rotten and it did not let down my expectations. With SRK you always know the kind of muddle a film will end up becoming. The best movie scene is undoubtedly the old songs medley and kajol in it. I am still trying to figure out how one fails to recognize one's spouse inspite the makeover - unless the spouse is wearing some voice modulating hardware provided by the CIA. And if falling in love required only but a visit to the Golden temple, I don't get the point of why the teeming millions with love's labour lost have still not made it there.

And so now i wait for the release of some of the better movies in hindi cinema. I will probably catch a late night movie run today of Slumdog Millionaire in the meanwhile. As my neighbour next door quipped - "All of us live the Slumdog Millionaire dream and are already halfway on the path to becoming one. We are all Slumdogs here at wimwi. Its only the millionaire part that is still missing ..."