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Bollywood Review I'm a bit tired. The government hasn't called me again but that's okay. I talked to my dad about things and it seems that the ex is trying to get a job with The National Security Administration (or something like that) which is the largest governmental spy organization, for all those of you who are like me and didn't know that. Dad expects he will go into cryptology, as he is a math major, or possibly work on the sattilites underground, as described in Stiff. So, I am gladish that he is getting a good job. I was going to email him on it, but I decided not to revisit that issue. I'm a little tired today so I don't think I will do any writing but I DO plan to get through the last of the thesis this weekend. I went out and saw a 4 hour Indian film last night, which is why I am tired, and it was okay. It was my first. It is suppossedly the highest grossing movie, surpassing Titanic, and it was pretty good. It had some nice, high action, group dance numbers which kept me going through to the end. Hey, hot girls shaking stuff works for me, though if it wasn't for the buzz I probably would have left far earlier. I stuck it out though. I like the smuttiness of Indian films, the singing and dancing (when it is not super cheesy), and the plot for this one was pretty good. The lavish sets were nice too but the pace of the film sucked. Seriously, they need to learn to edit in India. I will admit that I am not very good at watching things in the theater because I have a problem with having to sit so still in clothes, especially late at night. If we could have nice nudie theaters with like benches or couches or something (hmm invention idea?) I could deal. Sitting in one cramped place in a bra late at night just makes me twitchy. The film though was slow. It was long and frankly near the end of it, I DIDN'T CARE!! Is the dad going to accept his son? In like the next three scenes? No...will he, won't he, will he, won't he...I don't care! Either hug your son or disown him and let him leave!!! Kid, your dad does not matter! You got the better wife, seeing as your dad was all over the hottie he picked out for you, (this confused me to no end...is that hot chick his wife? or is the kid's mom? is she like head concubine or something?) , so love her and have kids and don't think about your dad because he's an ass. Oh, and once they get back together the dad fucking blames him for not calling and shit! You said he wasn't your son!! Dude, I wouldn't call you after that! So...Bollywood stuff is somewhat cool for hot chicks shaking their shit (but they are size aware as I saw mostly normal looking women dancing) and some slightly slutty love songs/fantasies but they need to learn to edit. I would watch another or more, just not in public. I made it through though...whoo!! Daphne |