I felt like I was ignoring this blog, the feeling was almost like when a mother discovers that she has been giving one of her children preference over the other because of impending exams. And the guilt was sitting under the surface and piling on every time I looked at the tab on the bookmarks bar saying that I have another blog other than my diploma project one, which though came earlier has only about 13(?) posts as opposed to the web comic one which has a big whopping 25 and above.
Can't have that. For the curious I have just finished watching Music and Lyrics. Hence you might want to read what I am writing in Hugh Grant's voice. With the exact same inflections. Anyway, talking about Music and Lyrics, I have a bone to pick with people- why is it that women only look at Hugh Grant as the sexiest and the cutest thing on the planet with floppy hair? I don't get it. I love Hugh Grant. Because he happens to do the most sarcastic of characters in recent times. And I love him because he is equally if not more intelligent in real life. How can you not be so attracted to the sarcasm? And intelligence? That's more fucakble than anything else. Everything else is posed and very much not heterosexual, so why would straight women want to fuck that? Now the intelligence and the sarcasm, that I wouldn't mind doing. And all who say that the bloke can't act can go fly a kite. You have clearly been brought up on the Bold and the Beautiful ( the trauma of which I still can't forget and everytime it comes on on Star World I shudder and hurriedly change the channel). What I am trying to say is he is very nuanced. He does what normal people would react like. Subtly. Yes, he would clearly be out of place in a Jatra.
Another point, in fact this is a confession, is that I love these movies. I love them not because they have a happy ending, and not because its about falling in love, because they genuinely make me laugh. I can equally appreciate a King's Speech or say a Transformers ( Megan Fox, is one fucking hot lady. As long as she doesn't open her mouth). But imagine you would really like to forget the mess that is your head. I wouldn't touch the King's Speech with a ten foot pole. I would grab at the Ugly Truth and in this case Music and Lyrics. Because they are Hollywood's equivalent of the Bollywood staples. What I mean to point out is that I really don't want to read a review by say A.O.Scott or Mahnola Dargis pointing out to me that these films are fluff or that they dont have substance or that its plot line is sieved like a bullet ridden vest, because I can see that and get that in the rational section of my brains. I would love for critics to appreciate what is good in a film, on the same level as the film is made, not on the Kurosawa and Bicycle Thief exalted standards that they think are cool. Why don't you notice a cool bit of dialogue? A funny bit of dialogue, that genuinely makes you laugh, because its bloody intelligent and 'bourgeois' at the same time? It won't kill you, and people will actually like you for being like them, and not some pansy shnitz.
Any how. This is what I have been doing. Not working very much, because I have developed quite an antipathy to my computer and my hypochondria is acting up. So until the next time I remember this blog, Goodbye.
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