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Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play?
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day.

Little known fact…

I kick started my career as a movie/music critic (more of a moonlighting thing than a career, we’re all back-yard critics anyway…) last month; trying to keep in touch with a person at the Weekly Dig so that I may get published/heard one day.

If you can’t wait till then, this is the place for you.

No More Mirrors

You are a breath of fresh air…

…but you are also my drug.

Stop the indie-press!

Moment no. #116 that will make me sigh in relief: When one day, all the Michael Cera doppelgangers stop making (trying to make) commercial movies that pose as indie movies with heart.

Give me my childhood back

Some memories make you crave for lucid dreams.

Actually all I want is a single moment to breathe, there is just too much going on.

What pisses me off

I liked Slumdog Millionaire. It was a good movie, the first time I watched it, I thought it was great. But the initial euphoria faded once I started getting disgusted with the fact that the movie was everywhere, even in places it doesn’t need to be. And after watching the film makers’ many attempts to get any chunk of the limelight in the most demeaning ways possible, the experience of the movie itself was ruined for me. I don’t know, it’s just a thing with selling out, it’s not for me. Anyway, that’s another story.

What actually pisses me off is the Indian media constantly using the phrase ‘Jai Ho’ for everything. Even Rahman has to now use it everywhere he goes. Seriously? The other day I read a WTF article by someone that said that the phrase is symbolic of a “New India” Someone somewhere actually petitioned it to be a national song.

PLEASE.

Stop using it. It makes my stomach churn.

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Ye Olde Veisalgia

Whose baby is that?
We’ll deal with the baby later.
We’re not gonna leave the baby in the room. There’s a *beep*ing tiger in the bathroom!

Las Vegas is an adult’s equivalent to Disneyland. Now, I would still love to go to Disneyland (It’s fun, I’m twenty three and I don’t care that I think that way) But still, I’m a guy, and I need to be reminded of the city built to fleece the sheep, run by the devil, with the sole motto of its existence being that people love fantasies. They’re addicted to them, just as a child is addicted to the fact that there exists a magical castle with the concept of fairies and princesses and princes that save them. Only, an adult’s fantasies involve a place where the alcohol flows and where money runs wild from hand to hand. You’re rewarded, intoxicated with sights, sounds, power and booze and green bills and the pretty women that you only imagine in your dreams.

The Hangover is a comedy that reminds us of this fact, and proves yet again why it is every guy’s dream destination for a wild night. I’m sorry to all the ladies out there, there is one crude truth about guys that get together for a wild night out in Sin City. They (we) believe that it is an alternate Universe. The lives they (we) lead are left behind and the unattainable dreams come true for once. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

The plot is fairly straightforward, four guys are out to celebrate an upcoming marriage of one of the guys in the group by throwing him a bachelor party in Vegas. They start out by taking a rich-and-swanky-as-hell suite for the night, then they head to the roof for a little pre-gaming alcohol and a few toasts to the guy who is about to get married. The movie cuts to the morning, where three of them wake up in the suite, with everything in sight destroyed, themselves in a dishevelled state, teeth missing (literally), a Tiger in the bathroom and a baby they don’t know about in one of the rooms. And best (or worst for them) of all, Doug (the guy who needs to get to LA for his marriage the next day) is missing. They have no clue what happened that night. They (literally) don’t remember anything after the roof incident as the guy who mixed their shots accidentally added roofies to them.

As Roger Ebert put it, it is a funny movie, flat out, all the way through. Its setup is funny. Every situation is funny. Most of the dialogue is funny almost line by line. At some point we actually find ourselves caring a little about what happened to the missing bridegroom — and the fact that we almost care is funny, too.

It’s a movie that needs to be watched by guys who are stuck in everyday oblivion to remind themselves that stupidity can be humorous, and wonder why they themselves are so … normal. And, ladies, please don’t watch this movie if you’re not with a guy. Otherwise, you will NOT understand why everything is so funny.

It’s ironic I’m writing about this in an actual hangover, after a crazy birthday celebration last night; but the movie deserves a hungover person to write a review about it. I won’t tell you anything else about it, but go watch it. And remember, what happens on screen, stays on screen. It is only funny when they’re doing it.

What do Tigers dream of when they take their little Tiger snooze? Do they dream of mauling Zebras, or Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit? Don’t you worry your pretty striped head we’re gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy Tiger bed. And then we’re going to find our bestfriend Doug, and then we’re gonna give him a bestfriend hug. Doug, Doug, Oh, Doug, Doug, Dougie, Dougie, Doug! If he’s been murdered by crystal meth tweakers, well then we’re shit out of luck.

Near, Far

She looked at him from across the room.
…but when she was away she felt much closer.

He glanced at her and quickly turned away.
…but he said he would cross a thousand seas to be next to her.

Well you can fall for chains of silver,
You can fall for chains of gold,
You can fall for pretty strangers
And the promises they hold.
You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, Juliet!
Now you just say, “Oh Romeo? Yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him”.