Speaking of Indians, I have recently acquired and seen a couple of Bollywood films. By acquired, I mean I ripped it off the internet for free without regard for the royalties due the actors, directors and producers of said films. Yeah, I'm practically supporting the pirate sitting next to you in the movie theatre.
But let's face it. Not even you would spend money to buy the original DVD of any Bollywood film, with the exception of Slumdog Millionaire. Its sheer popularity in Hollywood has rendered it watch-able to the general populace.
It's not that I'm a racist towards Indians. Because I'm not. Rajesh is my second favorite character in The Big Bang Theory and I'm absolutely rooting for Anoop Desai to make it into the American Idol Top 12. But the thing with Bollywood movies is that the actors in it tend to burst into Hindi song and, as one of the characters in the movie Bride and Prejudice (No, that's not a typo.) so delicately puts it, do an Indian MC Hammer. It's not that they sing poorly or they have bad choreography, because they can certainly beat down with the best of them. It just so happens that singing and dancing is part and parcel of Indian entertainment. I mean, the mere fact that you're watching a Bollywood movie means you're practically asking for it.
And I guess I was asking for it.
I watched Bride and Prejudice mostly because I liked Pride and Prejudice. Plus the guy playing Darcy was cute. And Aishwarya Rai is really pretty. But I at least was entertained by the guy who plays Sayid in LOST. Behind the British accent was an Indian dancer waiting to come out. But all in all, it was an okay movie. Not too horrific for non-Indian sensibilities.
Then I watched Bollywood Queen because I am currently at the peak of my James McAvoy phase. But dear god, that movie was horrible! How on earth did they get him to star in it?! And there is something strange, almost creepy, about girls with thick British accents suddenly bursting into Hindi song.
What is the point of this blog, you ask?
Well.
I almost horrified Marisse into not liking James McAvoy.
(-_-;)
But let's face it. Not even you would spend money to buy the original DVD of any Bollywood film, with the exception of Slumdog Millionaire. Its sheer popularity in Hollywood has rendered it watch-able to the general populace.
It's not that I'm a racist towards Indians. Because I'm not. Rajesh is my second favorite character in The Big Bang Theory and I'm absolutely rooting for Anoop Desai to make it into the American Idol Top 12. But the thing with Bollywood movies is that the actors in it tend to burst into Hindi song and, as one of the characters in the movie Bride and Prejudice (No, that's not a typo.) so delicately puts it, do an Indian MC Hammer. It's not that they sing poorly or they have bad choreography, because they can certainly beat down with the best of them. It just so happens that singing and dancing is part and parcel of Indian entertainment. I mean, the mere fact that you're watching a Bollywood movie means you're practically asking for it.
And I guess I was asking for it.
I watched Bride and Prejudice mostly because I liked Pride and Prejudice. Plus the guy playing Darcy was cute. And Aishwarya Rai is really pretty. But I at least was entertained by the guy who plays Sayid in LOST. Behind the British accent was an Indian dancer waiting to come out. But all in all, it was an okay movie. Not too horrific for non-Indian sensibilities.
Then I watched Bollywood Queen because I am currently at the peak of my James McAvoy phase. But dear god, that movie was horrible! How on earth did they get him to star in it?! And there is something strange, almost creepy, about girls with thick British accents suddenly bursting into Hindi song.
What is the point of this blog, you ask?
Well.
I almost horrified Marisse into not liking James McAvoy.
(-_-;)
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