Margaritas & miaows

Two pickchers and a dog-bite

How was my weekend? Well, short version is I saw two movies and had a dog bite me - never going to say THAT to anyone anytime soon. Long version? Here goes

Movie Review 1: Batman Begins
The director Christopher Nolan has quite a 'different' take on why young Bruce Wayne is scared of bats and disturbed - he falls down an old well shaft on the massive Wayne Mansion grounds and has an overwhelming number of bats fly past him. It is pretty clear the bats did not attack him but yea, well shaky experience and all that leading to him not being able to watch an opera with people dressed as bats dancing- and therefore, his parents escort him out of the opera theater onto a shady hell's angel variety of street and get mugged and shot dead. Hole-in-story #1 - If you were to see opera in Gotham, would it not be in a better lit, Upper West Sideish area of town - if they so rich, how come they sitting in stalls?? huh??

Then, hole-in-story#2 - Bruce Wayne disappears and turns to life of crime (sortof) and lands up in Mongolian prison whilst everyone in Gotham thinks he is dead - hmmmm, I am thinking if his company is making so many high-tech weaponry and military stuff, surely they can trace someone - I mean passport checks, people?

Hole-in-story #3 - Then, Liam Neeson finds him in Mongolian prison, gets him out and trains him to be a ninja warrior - now when historically has batman been a martial arts expert - DC comics always had him more into pugilistics, pure strength and gymnastic feats variety of fighter. So, again disagreement from my true version.

Hoe-in-story #4 - The batmobile is a smooth porsche roadtser type car and not a bloody tank.

Hole-in-story #5 – Batman would never get anybody but Albert to help him, for fear of his indentity becoming known – here, Morgan Freeman practically does everything for him but get into the bat-tights. Plus Batman would never give away his identity to the girl in pickcher either.

Personal Rants #1 – Batman needs to necessarily have an interesting mouth – Val Kilmer was the best, though I loved Micheal Keaton’s cut glass upper lip ‘M’.
Personal Rant #2 – heroine should be HOT, and should be kissed after resue mission. Not bloody lecturing on justice and revenge. Batman stood for vengeance a lot – he was always portrayed as an avenger and he has been my fave hero because he had that dark disturbed side to him
Personal Rant#3 – The nemesis also needs to be a character and not just a bloody ninja warrior – otherwise, it just being Manhattan version of Hong-Kong movie!!

So, this movie gets *star. But go see it for yourself if you really really want!!!

Movie REview #2 - Parineeta - Sarika and I went to see this in the second row from the screen, because I figures if it was really bad, it was only the price of a carton of milk (I was trying to think of some drink small enough, but bomba is too expensive to be ablke to get any drink or even mixer in 40bucks, sigh!!)
But funnily, the seats were not that bad - samosas were not that good tho - the oil wasnt hot enough, so they were not evenly brown. Oh, the pickcher??? Yes, getting to that -
Parineeta is adapted from a novel of Sarat Chandra or some similar Bengali writer. There is an intersting article in the Sunday Indian Express about how this writer is not really regarded highly in his home-state, since his ideas are of meek, submissive women and repressed, moody men. I say it all true - have deep experience of the moody bong mind.
The film opens on day of Shekhar (Saif Ali Khan) wedding day, where he sits down on paino and goes into melancholic woe is me!! tune bajoing and thinking about Lolita, (now you may think, this bong name sounds implausible - but it is true - they have funny musical names - like Tapur, Tupur the model sisters, and Moon-moon the actress and Glory, husband's friend. Makes Bubbli sound not so bad no???)
It's the story of Shekhar, a rich kid whose father Navin Rai (stern, punjabi face)wants to take over the haveli of Lolita's uncle to build a heritae hotel. He can do that because he gave a loan of a lakh and some (the amount keeps changing from a lakh and half to a lakh eighty) to Lolita's mama against the haveli property papers. Shekhar has no idea aout this - he is happy playing music and being the possessive best friend with simmering passion for the now sexy bloused Lolita (the stunningly shot Vidya Balan, who when asked how she prepared for role of Bengali 'good girl' said she feels very bengali and she loves bengali sweets) and when Lolita wants to give the money back, she approaches Girish(Sanjay Dutt, looking fat) who is rich steel magnate in tradition of Laxmi Mittal, who takes out money as left-hand-game and buys her haveli back for her. Then the plot winds around to have us belive that Girish and Lolita (still in stunning blouses) will get married and leave for London, on which Shekhar in jealous rage agrees to marry Gayatri (Diya Mirza) whose daddy is richer than his daddy. Flash-back time is over and as Shekhar is still banging moodily on paino with repressed resentment and suppressed rage, Girish comes back and gives him Lolita's property papers and corrects his misconceptions about the purity of Lolita and then Shekhar's suppressed rage makes him pick up the water fountain (all the workouts at Barbarian gym, Versova paid off) and breaks down the literal & metaphorical wall between Lolita and him and they hug and she gets khoon bhari sinddor maang, since she had secret marriage ceremony (I say any excuse to do takatak when house is empty because of durga pooja) with Shekhar.
So, happy ending and the movie is significantly an improvement on the SLB version of Devdas – I just don’t understand why anyone would want to make a movie about depressed bongs in very many technicolours.
** star rating (I * for giving me inspiration for making blouse for GJ shaadi)

Dog-bite – happened late last nite when me in my crazy about cats avatar went down to the lawns where a mommy-cat and three cute baby-cats were all huddled against the rain to feed them and guess I smelled a bit cat-like (versus catty, which is what I am at bars with Rash checking out women fatter than me) and Gus, the 3rd floor German Sheperd just plain jumped and tried to take huge chunk of my tummy off when I said hi to him on his nocturnal bush-wetting session. Bloody idiot – that is NOT how I want to get rid of the balance jiggly bits. So, now I have dog-teeth marks on tummy. And if I foam at mouth while driving and bite idiot rickshaw drivers, blame it on the rabies. hehahahehahehahea (evil laugh - cos I dont actually have rabies you know, its just beer)

posted by Nish @ 11:07 AM