singin' an' dancin'
Some may have, in the past, heard me discuss my fear and loathing of the genre known as the musical. i love music and love movies but together, they form a somewhat lethal combination (not unlike a speedball but without the fun). today i eat my words - provisionally of course.
I got together with some friends to bring a little Indian culture into our nite. we ordered indian food (which was heavenly though the restaurant took 2 1/2 hours to deliver it, making me seriously miss my Indian jiffy in the UAE) and watched a Bollywood film. for those who aint in the know - bollywood is the Indian film industry located in Mumbai (Bombay) and actually has a greater yearly output than hollywood. Bollywood also specializes in over the top (by western standards) musical love stories.
we saw one called Kal Ho Naa Ho which involves a love triangle between a young woman wit
h family problems, a dying man, and wannabe playboy who is working on his MBA. by the way this is all a comedy. i mean its awesome!! i cant even describe it because it is indescribable to our hollywood sentiments. the singing isnt irritating at all - most likely - cause am reading the song lyrics simultaneously and laughing at their ridiculousness (music, generally, just isnt as sublime when the mystery is removed from the lyrics). the movie is like a combination of Grease, miracle on 34th st, when harry met sally, and saturday night fever - but rated G. there are cooky family members, songs about ethnic pride, blazing intense colors, mistaken identity, a crazy best friend, dancing on tables, a gold digger, and lots of poking fun of cultural stereotypes - Indian and otherwise. there were also covers of the songs Pretty Woman and its time to disco (abba hit). both recognizable but with vastly different lyrics. its great.
h family problems, a dying man, and wannabe playboy who is working on his MBA. by the way this is all a comedy. i mean its awesome!! i cant even describe it because it is indescribable to our hollywood sentiments. the singing isnt irritating at all - most likely - cause am reading the song lyrics simultaneously and laughing at their ridiculousness (music, generally, just isnt as sublime when the mystery is removed from the lyrics). the movie is like a combination of Grease, miracle on 34th st, when harry met sally, and saturday night fever - but rated G. there are cooky family members, songs about ethnic pride, blazing intense colors, mistaken identity, a crazy best friend, dancing on tables, a gold digger, and lots of poking fun of cultural stereotypes - Indian and otherwise. there were also covers of the songs Pretty Woman and its time to disco (abba hit). both recognizable but with vastly different lyrics. its great.so now am all about the bollywood musical (new 5 minute obsession).
actually i would really enjoy the musical thing in real life if the people around me would get with the program. i mean, when i walk down the street singing and dancing, people dont jump in formation behind me, synchronized with my movements. as always, i continue to give all ample opportunities to wise up, but they only stare at me instead. philistines!!!!
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