dangermousie: (BW: John by jadeicons)
This morning, a thirteen year old, after making eye contact told me "I want you to be my girlfriend. Won't have it any other way." I am afraid I couldn't help but crack up as I told him that my husband might object. If he was taller, MUCH older and this was Bollywood, I'd imagine with such an approach he'd go far. But still, considering I could have been the sprog's mother if I started REALLY early, it was kinda flattering and amusing at the same time.

My BSG Baltar/Six fic has hit a writer's block the size of South America. Sigh...

And completely unrelated, I've been thinking about the late trend in Bollywood movies of white women falling for Bollywood heroes, and what it says about cultural expectations.

Bollywood often reminds me of old, classic-era Hollywood. The same love for musicals and outsized melodrama, the same care for glamor, the same reliance on star mystique and power to carry movies, more than any other element of the film. And this is borne out yet again in their approach to interracial relationships. You know, how in old Hollywood movies, this tragic native girl would fall in love with the white hero? Or an exotic Asian woman would love an American? And these stories seldom ended well, with the woman 'other' being either unrequited or too different to fit in, or dying. Because that story couldn't have a happy ending? And how when movies got more progressive in the 1950s, you'd have a movie like Sayonara, where the interracial couple would overcome obstacles and be together. But even in those movies, it's always a man who is white and a woman who is other.

I think it ties in to the patriarchal nature of the culture, any culture really. Women are percieved as vessels of culture, so a woman of other culture falling for you is an indirect proof of the superiority of your culture over hers. And it's proof of the superiority of your men over those of the other race. OTOH, if it's your women going for other culture the reverse is true and is a humiliation and pollution.

Well, it's a fascinating mirror experience to watch Bollywood's approach. I am sure if some white supremacist saw these, he would probably be clutching his head in horror and pulling out his hair.

Because Bollywood has recently been making a variety of movies where white women fall in love with Indian men. And what a fascinating study they are. Here is a sampling (as I cannot claim I've seen every one ever made). I find it very interesting how those portrayals progress, in a very short term, from the pining and unwanted white girl, to Bollywood staple of star-crossed obstacles to something that is viewed matter of factly as any other relationship might be.

Rather long and case-studyish )

And because it's bad to have nothing but Bollywood, I bring you pics from the upcoming Superman Returns. The movie will probably bore me, but the boy is hot.

Superman photos )
dangermousie: (BW: John by jadeicons)
This morning, a thirteen year old, after making eye contact told me "I want you to be my girlfriend. Won't have it any other way." I am afraid I couldn't help but crack up as I told him that my husband might object. If he was taller, MUCH older and this was Bollywood, I'd imagine with such an approach he'd go far. But still, considering I could have been the sprog's mother if I started REALLY early, it was kinda flattering and amusing at the same time.

My BSG Baltar/Six fic has hit a writer's block the size of South America. Sigh...

And completely unrelated, I've been thinking about the late trend in Bollywood movies of white women falling for Bollywood heroes, and what it says about cultural expectations.

Bollywood often reminds me of old, classic-era Hollywood. The same love for musicals and outsized melodrama, the same care for glamor, the same reliance on star mystique and power to carry movies, more than any other element of the film. And this is borne out yet again in their approach to interracial relationships. You know, how in old Hollywood movies, this tragic native girl would fall in love with the white hero? Or an exotic Asian woman would love an American? And these stories seldom ended well, with the woman 'other' being either unrequited or too different to fit in, or dying. Because that story couldn't have a happy ending? And how when movies got more progressive in the 1950s, you'd have a movie like Sayonara, where the interracial couple would overcome obstacles and be together. But even in those movies, it's always a man who is white and a woman who is other.

I think it ties in to the patriarchal nature of the culture, any culture really. Women are percieved as vessels of culture, so a woman of other culture falling for you is an indirect proof of the superiority of your culture over hers. And it's proof of the superiority of your men over those of the other race. OTOH, if it's your women going for other culture the reverse is true and is a humiliation and pollution.

Well, it's a fascinating mirror experience to watch Bollywood's approach. I am sure if some white supremacist saw these, he would probably be clutching his head in horror and pulling out his hair.

Because Bollywood has recently been making a variety of movies where white women fall in love with Indian men. And what a fascinating study they are. Here is a sampling (as I cannot claim I've seen every one ever made). I find it very interesting how those portrayals progress, in a very short term, from the pining and unwanted white girl, to Bollywood staple of star-crossed obstacles to something that is viewed matter of factly as any other relationship might be.

Rather long and case-studyish )

And because it's bad to have nothing but Bollywood, I bring you pics from the upcoming Superman Returns. The movie will probably bore me, but the boy is hot.

Superman photos )
dangermousie: (BW: John by jadeicons)
This morning, a thirteen year old, after making eye contact told me "I want you to be my girlfriend. Won't have it any other way." I am afraid I couldn't help but crack up as I told him that my husband might object. If he was taller, MUCH older and this was Bollywood, I'd imagine with such an approach he'd go far. But still, considering I could have been the sprog's mother if I started REALLY early, it was kinda flattering and amusing at the same time.

My BSG Baltar/Six fic has hit a writer's block the size of South America. Sigh...

And completely unrelated, I've been thinking about the late trend in Bollywood movies of white women falling for Bollywood heroes, and what it says about cultural expectations.

Bollywood often reminds me of old, classic-era Hollywood. The same love for musicals and outsized melodrama, the same care for glamor, the same reliance on star mystique and power to carry movies, more than any other element of the film. And this is borne out yet again in their approach to interracial relationships. You know, how in old Hollywood movies, this tragic native girl would fall in love with the white hero? Or an exotic Asian woman would love an American? And these stories seldom ended well, with the woman 'other' being either unrequited or too different to fit in, or dying. Because that story couldn't have a happy ending? And how when movies got more progressive in the 1950s, you'd have a movie like Sayonara, where the interracial couple would overcome obstacles and be together. But even in those movies, it's always a man who is white and a woman who is other.

I think it ties in to the patriarchal nature of the culture, any culture really. Women are percieved as vessels of culture, so a woman of other culture falling for you is an indirect proof of the superiority of your culture over hers. And it's proof of the superiority of your men over those of the other race. OTOH, if it's your women going for other culture the reverse is true and is a humiliation and pollution.

Well, it's a fascinating mirror experience to watch Bollywood's approach. I am sure if some white supremacist saw these, he would probably be clutching his head in horror and pulling out his hair.

Because Bollywood has recently been making a variety of movies where white women fall in love with Indian men. And what a fascinating study they are. Here is a sampling (as I cannot claim I've seen every one ever made). I find it very interesting how those portrayals progress, in a very short term, from the pining and unwanted white girl, to Bollywood staple of star-crossed obstacles to something that is viewed matter of factly as any other relationship might be.

Rather long and case-studyish )

And because it's bad to have nothing but Bollywood, I bring you pics from the upcoming Superman Returns. The movie will probably bore me, but the boy is hot.

Superman photos )
dangermousie: (BW: Asoka 2 by wackyfunicons)
Apologies in advance for the rambling nature of this entry. Also, sorry to everyone who couldn't care less about Bollywood. Fanaa restarted my Bolly obsession but it will go back to more manageable levels soon enough.

First off, everyone who doesn't have [livejournal.com profile] ginger001 friended, I really recommend going to her lj and checking out her recent Bollywood posts. She's embarked on an Aamir marathon of sorts (and so have I, sort of :)) and her posts are absolutely great. Go read them.

I was thinking this morning that my approach to Bollywood could probably summed up "I came for Aamir and stayed for SRK." Rangeela was my first Bollywood movie (if you don't count some really dumb one I saw in the 1980s). They were showing it on TCM during a Bollywood movie festival and I decided to watch it on a whim. I remember thinking "this is dreadfully silly, but it's kinda fun, and Munna is so adorable. I wish the girl wouldn't keep unknowingly walk all over him with hobnailed boots." And I wanted to watch more. (Because Rangeela was my gateway drug, I have a super special place for it and always get surprised when people bash it. I can see it's flawed (too many songs close together in the second half, Jackie Shroff in a speedo, bad fashions) so I don't get defensive, but all its flaws don't really matter to me. Aamir getting his heart stomped on is so adorable, I can forgive this movie a multitude of sins). As luck would have it, the next Bollywood movie I saw (during the same fest) was Dil Chahta Hai, and after watching it, I knew I had, had, had to see more Bollywood, because I fell in love with Akash's story (I started out wanting to smack Aamir and ended up swooning when he proposes to Preity during her engagement party.)

And then I saw Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge and from the moment Shahrukh Khan held Kajol in that yellow mustard field, I was Bollywood's bitch. And I had to get my hands on all SRK movies I could find. Forget sympathy, I was in empathy territory. Since then, I must confess I got to own almost every movie SRK has ever made (even I draw the line at Yeh Lamhe Judaai Ke. Heck, even SRK disowned that one). Of course, this is dreadfully simplistic. I certainly like many other actors (Saif Ali Khan is an uber favorite, for one), but if I watch too much Bollywood without watching something with SRK, I always feel (and give in to) the urge to watch something with SRK. He is the only actor, in any kind of media that evokes that reaction, actually. And this brings me to Swades. As always, I wanted to watch something with SRK, because I always need a fix. So I chose to rewatch bits of Swades, a movie I haven't seen for a while.

Actually, this is a rare Bollywood movie I'd recommend to anyone, even those who have no interest in Bollywood. It's a story about an American brough-up engineer, Mohan (played by SRK) who goes back to India to find and bring back his nanny, and discovers for himself both the beauty and the appaling poverty and prejudice of the place. It's a brilliant, heartbreaking, understated movie, and I think is the best performance SRK ever gave. I rewatched the scene with Mohan buying water from the child at a train station and it really never fails to break my heart. And here is where Ashutosh Gowariker's direction is so brilliant. Someone like Karan Johar (and I enjoy KJ's movies) would have done close-ups on SRK's eyes, and he would have really been crying, and then close-ups of the little kid, and emphasized his pathos. But not Gowariker. We don't linger on SRK's face: it's a quick take, and you can see the devastation he is experiencing, seeing so much poverty and misery first-hand and you see his eyes shine a bit too suspiciously bright as he sees the child count his meager earnings, but the camera doesn't linger, it moves on, confident in its audience and in making a point without hitting you over the head. The camera moves on from that to the child counting his money (no long close-ups of him either), to the most memorable image of the whole scene: a long shot of the train pulling away and one slight figure left behind on the platform, barely visible. And it breaks my heart. The focus is on the child primarily, on his effect on Mohan secondarily, and both are subsumed in the narrative drive and the point of the movie, not as a means for wringing all emotional baggage one can from the scene. It feels real. The movie itself reminds me of Rang De Basanti a bit, because it also grapples with the problem of the imperfect country and what one can do about it, how to get involved. But the focus is different. Unlike the characters in RDB, Mohan is a complete adult, different drive, somewhat more practical issues and approach in place (he is an engineer) and an outsider's perspective. Basically, go watch it.

And because no Bollywood post is complete without pictures, here is a bit of a picspam of a very young Aamir Khan and Juhi Chawla.

Aamir and Juhi )
dangermousie: (BW: Asoka 2 by wackyfunicons)
Apologies in advance for the rambling nature of this entry. Also, sorry to everyone who couldn't care less about Bollywood. Fanaa restarted my Bolly obsession but it will go back to more manageable levels soon enough.

First off, everyone who doesn't have [livejournal.com profile] ginger001 friended, I really recommend going to her lj and checking out her recent Bollywood posts. She's embarked on an Aamir marathon of sorts (and so have I, sort of :)) and her posts are absolutely great. Go read them.

I was thinking this morning that my approach to Bollywood could probably summed up "I came for Aamir and stayed for SRK." Rangeela was my first Bollywood movie (if you don't count some really dumb one I saw in the 1980s). They were showing it on TCM during a Bollywood movie festival and I decided to watch it on a whim. I remember thinking "this is dreadfully silly, but it's kinda fun, and Munna is so adorable. I wish the girl wouldn't keep unknowingly walk all over him with hobnailed boots." And I wanted to watch more. (Because Rangeela was my gateway drug, I have a super special place for it and always get surprised when people bash it. I can see it's flawed (too many songs close together in the second half, Jackie Shroff in a speedo, bad fashions) so I don't get defensive, but all its flaws don't really matter to me. Aamir getting his heart stomped on is so adorable, I can forgive this movie a multitude of sins). As luck would have it, the next Bollywood movie I saw (during the same fest) was Dil Chahta Hai, and after watching it, I knew I had, had, had to see more Bollywood, because I fell in love with Akash's story (I started out wanting to smack Aamir and ended up swooning when he proposes to Preity during her engagement party.)

And then I saw Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge and from the moment Shahrukh Khan held Kajol in that yellow mustard field, I was Bollywood's bitch. And I had to get my hands on all SRK movies I could find. Forget sympathy, I was in empathy territory. Since then, I must confess I got to own almost every movie SRK has ever made (even I draw the line at Yeh Lamhe Judaai Ke. Heck, even SRK disowned that one). Of course, this is dreadfully simplistic. I certainly like many other actors (Saif Ali Khan is an uber favorite, for one), but if I watch too much Bollywood without watching something with SRK, I always feel (and give in to) the urge to watch something with SRK. He is the only actor, in any kind of media that evokes that reaction, actually. And this brings me to Swades. As always, I wanted to watch something with SRK, because I always need a fix. So I chose to rewatch bits of Swades, a movie I haven't seen for a while.

Actually, this is a rare Bollywood movie I'd recommend to anyone, even those who have no interest in Bollywood. It's a story about an American brough-up engineer, Mohan (played by SRK) who goes back to India to find and bring back his nanny, and discovers for himself both the beauty and the appaling poverty and prejudice of the place. It's a brilliant, heartbreaking, understated movie, and I think is the best performance SRK ever gave. I rewatched the scene with Mohan buying water from the child at a train station and it really never fails to break my heart. And here is where Ashutosh Gowariker's direction is so brilliant. Someone like Karan Johar (and I enjoy KJ's movies) would have done close-ups on SRK's eyes, and he would have really been crying, and then close-ups of the little kid, and emphasized his pathos. But not Gowariker. We don't linger on SRK's face: it's a quick take, and you can see the devastation he is experiencing, seeing so much poverty and misery first-hand and you see his eyes shine a bit too suspiciously bright as he sees the child count his meager earnings, but the camera doesn't linger, it moves on, confident in its audience and in making a point without hitting you over the head. The camera moves on from that to the child counting his money (no long close-ups of him either), to the most memorable image of the whole scene: a long shot of the train pulling away and one slight figure left behind on the platform, barely visible. And it breaks my heart. The focus is on the child primarily, on his effect on Mohan secondarily, and both are subsumed in the narrative drive and the point of the movie, not as a means for wringing all emotional baggage one can from the scene. It feels real. The movie itself reminds me of Rang De Basanti a bit, because it also grapples with the problem of the imperfect country and what one can do about it, how to get involved. But the focus is different. Unlike the characters in RDB, Mohan is a complete adult, different drive, somewhat more practical issues and approach in place (he is an engineer) and an outsider's perspective. Basically, go watch it.

And because no Bollywood post is complete without pictures, here is a bit of a picspam of a very young Aamir Khan and Juhi Chawla.

Aamir and Juhi )
dangermousie: (BW: Asoka 2 by wackyfunicons)
Apologies in advance for the rambling nature of this entry. Also, sorry to everyone who couldn't care less about Bollywood. Fanaa restarted my Bolly obsession but it will go back to more manageable levels soon enough.

First off, everyone who doesn't have [livejournal.com profile] ginger001 friended, I really recommend going to her lj and checking out her recent Bollywood posts. She's embarked on an Aamir marathon of sorts (and so have I, sort of :)) and her posts are absolutely great. Go read them.

I was thinking this morning that my approach to Bollywood could probably summed up "I came for Aamir and stayed for SRK." Rangeela was my first Bollywood movie (if you don't count some really dumb one I saw in the 1980s). They were showing it on TCM during a Bollywood movie festival and I decided to watch it on a whim. I remember thinking "this is dreadfully silly, but it's kinda fun, and Munna is so adorable. I wish the girl wouldn't keep unknowingly walk all over him with hobnailed boots." And I wanted to watch more. (Because Rangeela was my gateway drug, I have a super special place for it and always get surprised when people bash it. I can see it's flawed (too many songs close together in the second half, Jackie Shroff in a speedo, bad fashions) so I don't get defensive, but all its flaws don't really matter to me. Aamir getting his heart stomped on is so adorable, I can forgive this movie a multitude of sins). As luck would have it, the next Bollywood movie I saw (during the same fest) was Dil Chahta Hai, and after watching it, I knew I had, had, had to see more Bollywood, because I fell in love with Akash's story (I started out wanting to smack Aamir and ended up swooning when he proposes to Preity during her engagement party.)

And then I saw Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge and from the moment Shahrukh Khan held Kajol in that yellow mustard field, I was Bollywood's bitch. And I had to get my hands on all SRK movies I could find. Forget sympathy, I was in empathy territory. Since then, I must confess I got to own almost every movie SRK has ever made (even I draw the line at Yeh Lamhe Judaai Ke. Heck, even SRK disowned that one). Of course, this is dreadfully simplistic. I certainly like many other actors (Saif Ali Khan is an uber favorite, for one), but if I watch too much Bollywood without watching something with SRK, I always feel (and give in to) the urge to watch something with SRK. He is the only actor, in any kind of media that evokes that reaction, actually. And this brings me to Swades. As always, I wanted to watch something with SRK, because I always need a fix. So I chose to rewatch bits of Swades, a movie I haven't seen for a while.

Actually, this is a rare Bollywood movie I'd recommend to anyone, even those who have no interest in Bollywood. It's a story about an American brough-up engineer, Mohan (played by SRK) who goes back to India to find and bring back his nanny, and discovers for himself both the beauty and the appaling poverty and prejudice of the place. It's a brilliant, heartbreaking, understated movie, and I think is the best performance SRK ever gave. I rewatched the scene with Mohan buying water from the child at a train station and it really never fails to break my heart. And here is where Ashutosh Gowariker's direction is so brilliant. Someone like Karan Johar (and I enjoy KJ's movies) would have done close-ups on SRK's eyes, and he would have really been crying, and then close-ups of the little kid, and emphasized his pathos. But not Gowariker. We don't linger on SRK's face: it's a quick take, and you can see the devastation he is experiencing, seeing so much poverty and misery first-hand and you see his eyes shine a bit too suspiciously bright as he sees the child count his meager earnings, but the camera doesn't linger, it moves on, confident in its audience and in making a point without hitting you over the head. The camera moves on from that to the child counting his money (no long close-ups of him either), to the most memorable image of the whole scene: a long shot of the train pulling away and one slight figure left behind on the platform, barely visible. And it breaks my heart. The focus is on the child primarily, on his effect on Mohan secondarily, and both are subsumed in the narrative drive and the point of the movie, not as a means for wringing all emotional baggage one can from the scene. It feels real. The movie itself reminds me of Rang De Basanti a bit, because it also grapples with the problem of the imperfect country and what one can do about it, how to get involved. But the focus is different. Unlike the characters in RDB, Mohan is a complete adult, different drive, somewhat more practical issues and approach in place (he is an engineer) and an outsider's perspective. Basically, go watch it.

And because no Bollywood post is complete without pictures, here is a bit of a picspam of a very young Aamir Khan and Juhi Chawla.

Aamir and Juhi )
dangermousie: (KKHH by SRKFanatic)
Am quite sure about what I'll be doing for part of the weekend, as I have just recieved a lovely Nehaflix package containing Rang De Basanti, Humko Tumko Pyaar Hai and Lamhe. Why is it wonderful? Thoughts on movies in question )

Oh, and just like [livejournal.com profile] fivil, I am psychotically (well, I don't know about her being psychotic but I am) excited about Fanaa, the upcoming (in May), YRF movie starring *deep breaths, deep breaths, don't faint, [livejournal.com profile] drangermousie* Aamir Khan and Kajol. Together. As lovers. Hold me.

Why am I so excited?

Giddy Babbling )

First Look and Plot Summary from RS )

A few caps/anims from TB. Not very good quality. But hey, for this obsessive, it's still better than nothing )

Oh, and I saw the trailer for Krrish. ROFL. So bad, such a tacky Matrix rip-off, though Hrithik looks hot in a long black coat he stole not from Neo but from Trinity. Ah, Rakesh Roshan, you continue to make super-pulpy, super-trashy, super-fun movies.
dangermousie: (KKHH by SRKFanatic)
Am quite sure about what I'll be doing for part of the weekend, as I have just recieved a lovely Nehaflix package containing Rang De Basanti, Humko Tumko Pyaar Hai and Lamhe. Why is it wonderful? Thoughts on movies in question )

Oh, and just like [livejournal.com profile] fivil, I am psychotically (well, I don't know about her being psychotic but I am) excited about Fanaa, the upcoming (in May), YRF movie starring *deep breaths, deep breaths, don't faint, [livejournal.com profile] drangermousie* Aamir Khan and Kajol. Together. As lovers. Hold me.

Why am I so excited?

Giddy Babbling )

First Look and Plot Summary from RS )

A few caps/anims from TB. Not very good quality. But hey, for this obsessive, it's still better than nothing )

Oh, and I saw the trailer for Krrish. ROFL. So bad, such a tacky Matrix rip-off, though Hrithik looks hot in a long black coat he stole not from Neo but from Trinity. Ah, Rakesh Roshan, you continue to make super-pulpy, super-trashy, super-fun movies.
dangermousie: (KKHH by SRKFanatic)
Am quite sure about what I'll be doing for part of the weekend, as I have just recieved a lovely Nehaflix package containing Rang De Basanti, Humko Tumko Pyaar Hai and Lamhe. Why is it wonderful? Thoughts on movies in question )

Oh, and just like [livejournal.com profile] fivil, I am psychotically (well, I don't know about her being psychotic but I am) excited about Fanaa, the upcoming (in May), YRF movie starring *deep breaths, deep breaths, don't faint, [livejournal.com profile] drangermousie* Aamir Khan and Kajol. Together. As lovers. Hold me.

Why am I so excited?

Giddy Babbling )

First Look and Plot Summary from RS )

A few caps/anims from TB. Not very good quality. But hey, for this obsessive, it's still better than nothing )

Oh, and I saw the trailer for Krrish. ROFL. So bad, such a tacky Matrix rip-off, though Hrithik looks hot in a long black coat he stole not from Neo but from Trinity. Ah, Rakesh Roshan, you continue to make super-pulpy, super-trashy, super-fun movies.
dangermousie: (Kenshin: baby makes 3 by roninhonor)
No doubt, because of the traumatic news of BSG Season 3 being moved to October, I had a dream that I was watching Season Finale tonight. In RL, I put the breaks on my K/L tendencies because of self-preservation. I have no intention of being dragged too deeply into a ship which might never have anything. But clearly, my subconscious is a bigger K/L shipper than my awake self, because the whole dream revolved around Kara telling Lee that she knew he loved her and she loved him but there was no way she was going to get involved with him and get him hurt like she's done with everyone else. And then she flew off to meet Anders. Yeah, my subconscious is also clearly a bad fanfic writer.

In any event, in my dream, I was watching this on Saturday morning, for some reason, and was so excited I was running around the room and being impatient to wake up my sleeping husband (though being a considerate girl even in dreams, I didn't).

Oh, and I also had a Smallville dream (and I haven't even seen any eps since my slashy binge a few months back), where Lex and Clark were patrolling in the farm fields (why? who knows?) and Clark got annoyed with Lex suspecting him of Supermannishness and electrocuted him. As in "RIP Lex." And then caused a fake fire and a whole big set-up so no one would suspect him. It seems, in addition to being a rabit K/Ler, my subconscious doesn't like Clark. Well, on that point, the rest of me is in total agreement.

I have also realized that I haven't seen a Bollywood movie since Rang De Basanti (which was amazing, but was also a month or so back). Ahhh, RDB. Aamir is my least favorite of the "Three Khans" (I will watch anything with Sharukh like the pathetic fangirl that I am. Yes, I say that even after Anjaam. And I'll watch most anything with Salman as long as it's not slapstick.) Aamir? I can take or leave. He won't save a bad movie for me. But when he is in a good movie? Not much can beat it. RDB is added to Dil Chahta Hai, Rangeela and Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak as an Aamir movie I adore. But re: no Bollywood flicks. Nothing exciting is coming out though, and I've caught up on my backlog. I tried to get in to see a special showing of Deepa Mehta's Water on Saturday, but when I showed up 40 minutes early, the line was snaking for a mile or so, and they told me I had no chance of getting in. I guess I'll have to wait until it opens wide in April. Because come on? Social issues, women's rights AND a tragic love story? Plus John Abraham? That's a movie designed expressly for me. If you want to read an article/review of Water, go here and here.

Also, I've been slowly working through Rurouni Kenshin, and it's definitely LOVE. It's a steady fun kind of love, as I can't see myself marathonning the whole thing (for one thing, it's over 90 eps long!) but I have so much fun with each episodes. Highlights of recent viewing include Yahiko just hugging Kenshin and sobbing into him (because he was afraid Kenshin was going to be killed and it was his fault) and Kenshin not being mad but just gentle and holding the kid and I realize that Yahiko has found a father figure. Oh, and the bit where everyone was at the hot springs, and Kenshin was absent-mindedly thinking of potential opponent and so he got up and walked over to talk to the girls' side, not realizing that he was giving them more of the view than they wanted (well, except for Kaoru probably :P). And then he realized it...Heeeee. Oh, and everyone ganging up on the bratty kid who wanted Kenshin for an instructor (especially Yahiko, but Sano and Kaoru as well). Yesssss. I also get the vibe that Megumi is being sticky-sweet to Kenshin because she loves annoying Kaoru. So much love.
dangermousie: (Kenshin: baby makes 3 by roninhonor)
No doubt, because of the traumatic news of BSG Season 3 being moved to October, I had a dream that I was watching Season Finale tonight. In RL, I put the breaks on my K/L tendencies because of self-preservation. I have no intention of being dragged too deeply into a ship which might never have anything. But clearly, my subconscious is a bigger K/L shipper than my awake self, because the whole dream revolved around Kara telling Lee that she knew he loved her and she loved him but there was no way she was going to get involved with him and get him hurt like she's done with everyone else. And then she flew off to meet Anders. Yeah, my subconscious is also clearly a bad fanfic writer.

In any event, in my dream, I was watching this on Saturday morning, for some reason, and was so excited I was running around the room and being impatient to wake up my sleeping husband (though being a considerate girl even in dreams, I didn't).

Oh, and I also had a Smallville dream (and I haven't even seen any eps since my slashy binge a few months back), where Lex and Clark were patrolling in the farm fields (why? who knows?) and Clark got annoyed with Lex suspecting him of Supermannishness and electrocuted him. As in "RIP Lex." And then caused a fake fire and a whole big set-up so no one would suspect him. It seems, in addition to being a rabit K/Ler, my subconscious doesn't like Clark. Well, on that point, the rest of me is in total agreement.

I have also realized that I haven't seen a Bollywood movie since Rang De Basanti (which was amazing, but was also a month or so back). Ahhh, RDB. Aamir is my least favorite of the "Three Khans" (I will watch anything with Sharukh like the pathetic fangirl that I am. Yes, I say that even after Anjaam. And I'll watch most anything with Salman as long as it's not slapstick.) Aamir? I can take or leave. He won't save a bad movie for me. But when he is in a good movie? Not much can beat it. RDB is added to Dil Chahta Hai, Rangeela and Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak as an Aamir movie I adore. But re: no Bollywood flicks. Nothing exciting is coming out though, and I've caught up on my backlog. I tried to get in to see a special showing of Deepa Mehta's Water on Saturday, but when I showed up 40 minutes early, the line was snaking for a mile or so, and they told me I had no chance of getting in. I guess I'll have to wait until it opens wide in April. Because come on? Social issues, women's rights AND a tragic love story? Plus John Abraham? That's a movie designed expressly for me. If you want to read an article/review of Water, go here and here.

Also, I've been slowly working through Rurouni Kenshin, and it's definitely LOVE. It's a steady fun kind of love, as I can't see myself marathonning the whole thing (for one thing, it's over 90 eps long!) but I have so much fun with each episodes. Highlights of recent viewing include Yahiko just hugging Kenshin and sobbing into him (because he was afraid Kenshin was going to be killed and it was his fault) and Kenshin not being mad but just gentle and holding the kid and I realize that Yahiko has found a father figure. Oh, and the bit where everyone was at the hot springs, and Kenshin was absent-mindedly thinking of potential opponent and so he got up and walked over to talk to the girls' side, not realizing that he was giving them more of the view than they wanted (well, except for Kaoru probably :P). And then he realized it...Heeeee. Oh, and everyone ganging up on the bratty kid who wanted Kenshin for an instructor (especially Yahiko, but Sano and Kaoru as well). Yesssss. I also get the vibe that Megumi is being sticky-sweet to Kenshin because she loves annoying Kaoru. So much love.
dangermousie: (Kenshin: baby makes 3 by roninhonor)
No doubt, because of the traumatic news of BSG Season 3 being moved to October, I had a dream that I was watching Season Finale tonight. In RL, I put the breaks on my K/L tendencies because of self-preservation. I have no intention of being dragged too deeply into a ship which might never have anything. But clearly, my subconscious is a bigger K/L shipper than my awake self, because the whole dream revolved around Kara telling Lee that she knew he loved her and she loved him but there was no way she was going to get involved with him and get him hurt like she's done with everyone else. And then she flew off to meet Anders. Yeah, my subconscious is also clearly a bad fanfic writer.

In any event, in my dream, I was watching this on Saturday morning, for some reason, and was so excited I was running around the room and being impatient to wake up my sleeping husband (though being a considerate girl even in dreams, I didn't).

Oh, and I also had a Smallville dream (and I haven't even seen any eps since my slashy binge a few months back), where Lex and Clark were patrolling in the farm fields (why? who knows?) and Clark got annoyed with Lex suspecting him of Supermannishness and electrocuted him. As in "RIP Lex." And then caused a fake fire and a whole big set-up so no one would suspect him. It seems, in addition to being a rabit K/Ler, my subconscious doesn't like Clark. Well, on that point, the rest of me is in total agreement.

I have also realized that I haven't seen a Bollywood movie since Rang De Basanti (which was amazing, but was also a month or so back). Ahhh, RDB. Aamir is my least favorite of the "Three Khans" (I will watch anything with Sharukh like the pathetic fangirl that I am. Yes, I say that even after Anjaam. And I'll watch most anything with Salman as long as it's not slapstick.) Aamir? I can take or leave. He won't save a bad movie for me. But when he is in a good movie? Not much can beat it. RDB is added to Dil Chahta Hai, Rangeela and Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak as an Aamir movie I adore. But re: no Bollywood flicks. Nothing exciting is coming out though, and I've caught up on my backlog. I tried to get in to see a special showing of Deepa Mehta's Water on Saturday, but when I showed up 40 minutes early, the line was snaking for a mile or so, and they told me I had no chance of getting in. I guess I'll have to wait until it opens wide in April. Because come on? Social issues, women's rights AND a tragic love story? Plus John Abraham? That's a movie designed expressly for me. If you want to read an article/review of Water, go here and here.

Also, I've been slowly working through Rurouni Kenshin, and it's definitely LOVE. It's a steady fun kind of love, as I can't see myself marathonning the whole thing (for one thing, it's over 90 eps long!) but I have so much fun with each episodes. Highlights of recent viewing include Yahiko just hugging Kenshin and sobbing into him (because he was afraid Kenshin was going to be killed and it was his fault) and Kenshin not being mad but just gentle and holding the kid and I realize that Yahiko has found a father figure. Oh, and the bit where everyone was at the hot springs, and Kenshin was absent-mindedly thinking of potential opponent and so he got up and walked over to talk to the girls' side, not realizing that he was giving them more of the view than they wanted (well, except for Kaoru probably :P). And then he realized it...Heeeee. Oh, and everyone ganging up on the bratty kid who wanted Kenshin for an instructor (especially Yahiko, but Sano and Kaoru as well). Yesssss. I also get the vibe that Megumi is being sticky-sweet to Kenshin because she loves annoying Kaoru. So much love.
dangermousie: (Constantine by lvwing_icons)
If you happened to be at a certain Bollywood theater tonight, at around 11:45 pm, and you would have peeked at the Ladies' Bathroom, you would have seen a white girl crying.

Rang De Basanti had just finished.

Oh. My. God. It's probably my favorite Bollywood movie in a couple of years, at least since Yuva. I've been losing a bit of interest in Bollywood lately, simply because nothing exciting has been coming out, not for ages. I haven't even seen any new release since Taj Mahal because none of them sounded interesting. But after RDB? I am back in the fold.

Oh, Aamir. I am so glad you came back to making movies. And not just because RDB reminded me of how fucking hot you can be through sheer demeanor (because looks? You are OK, but people won't stare at you on the street). And not just because DJ, as acted by Aamir, came across as one of the realest people I've seen on Bollywood screen in a while. But because I really love your choice of movies. First there was The Rising, which I know a number of people didn't like, but I thought that even though it was flawed, it was interesting. Now RDB. And Fanaa coming up. And all of these aren't the same old same old recycled 17 times movies you normally see out of Bollywood. Agree with them or not, dislike them or not, but they do have something to say.

Raves. With spoilers )
dangermousie: (Constantine by lvwing_icons)
If you happened to be at a certain Bollywood theater tonight, at around 11:45 pm, and you would have peeked at the Ladies' Bathroom, you would have seen a white girl crying.

Rang De Basanti had just finished.

Oh. My. God. It's probably my favorite Bollywood movie in a couple of years, at least since Yuva. I've been losing a bit of interest in Bollywood lately, simply because nothing exciting has been coming out, not for ages. I haven't even seen any new release since Taj Mahal because none of them sounded interesting. But after RDB? I am back in the fold.

Oh, Aamir. I am so glad you came back to making movies. And not just because RDB reminded me of how fucking hot you can be through sheer demeanor (because looks? You are OK, but people won't stare at you on the street). And not just because DJ, as acted by Aamir, came across as one of the realest people I've seen on Bollywood screen in a while. But because I really love your choice of movies. First there was The Rising, which I know a number of people didn't like, but I thought that even though it was flawed, it was interesting. Now RDB. And Fanaa coming up. And all of these aren't the same old same old recycled 17 times movies you normally see out of Bollywood. Agree with them or not, dislike them or not, but they do have something to say.

Raves. With spoilers )
dangermousie: (Constantine by lvwing_icons)
If you happened to be at a certain Bollywood theater tonight, at around 11:45 pm, and you would have peeked at the Ladies' Bathroom, you would have seen a white girl crying.

Rang De Basanti had just finished.

Oh. My. God. It's probably my favorite Bollywood movie in a couple of years, at least since Yuva. I've been losing a bit of interest in Bollywood lately, simply because nothing exciting has been coming out, not for ages. I haven't even seen any new release since Taj Mahal because none of them sounded interesting. But after RDB? I am back in the fold.

Oh, Aamir. I am so glad you came back to making movies. And not just because RDB reminded me of how fucking hot you can be through sheer demeanor (because looks? You are OK, but people won't stare at you on the street). And not just because DJ, as acted by Aamir, came across as one of the realest people I've seen on Bollywood screen in a while. But because I really love your choice of movies. First there was The Rising, which I know a number of people didn't like, but I thought that even though it was flawed, it was interesting. Now RDB. And Fanaa coming up. And all of these aren't the same old same old recycled 17 times movies you normally see out of Bollywood. Agree with them or not, dislike them or not, but they do have something to say.

Raves. With spoilers )

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