Zombie movie needs extras tonight, and I can’t decide whether what my brain has been doing the past week means I need to get out as much as possible, or if I need to stay home and rest.
(Probably I will go, because I don’t actually do anything productive at home, and I feel bad having missed this whole weekend even though they themselves don’t care.)
(aLSO IT’S COOL OUTSIDE SO MY COSTUME WILL BE COMFORTABLE)
"you can’t ship that, that character has canon interaction with the opposite sex"
I THINK MY FAVORITE THING IS WHEN PEOPLE GET REALLY MAD OR FRUSTRATED OR SAD IN THEIR TAGS AND YELL ABOUT HOW UPSET THEY ARE IN ALL CAPS AND THEYRE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE THAT TAG REGULARLY SO IT’S JUST ALL THIS SCREAMING AND THEN LIKE fandom title in lowercase
In the past – and much to our collective irritation – the only Indian cinema that earned any respect in the US was of the serious kind. Movie critics would swoon over the likes of Satyajit Ray, while disdaining our mainstream movies as over-the-top escapist trash. Finally, commercial Hindi movies are getting the respect they deserve…
Well, “respect” may be the wrong word. Bollywood is now the official bimbo of the international film scene. No one cares what our movies say as long as they look good and offer mindless fun. In fact, that’s our designated job according the kitsch-is-cool pose adopted by American critics. Cartoonish characters, absurd plotlines and bad dialogue? Thank you, that’s exactly what we ordered, with a giant serving of exotic locales, dance numbers, and costumes, please!
In American eyes, Bollywood becomes the cinematic equivalent of going to the circus. Bring on the clowns, the jugglers, the crazy acrobatics—and you get a pass on the stuff that real movies are judged on. And so it is that Ra.One which is almost universally panned by Indian critics for its clunky acting and weak plot gets rave reviews in the United States.
The underlying message is that “serious” cinema is best left to those who know how—in Hollywood, France, even Iran. Our job on the international cinema stage is simple: look pretty and play dumb.
OMG don’t get drunk on mead, the hangover is THE ACTUAL WORST. It starts before the drunk finishes.I have work tomorrow, so I’m only nursing the one glass! (Which i might not finish; mead’s so sweet that after a certain point I feel like I’m drinking candy.) I witnessed Sneaky Mead Hangover befall a friend of mine once because his high tolerance didn’t properly prepare him for the attendant sugar crash. Supposedly ice wine and Niagara are the same way.
mead mead mead mead MEEEEEAD mead mead
(is being ingested presently)
a little love story about mermaids and tattoos
My favorite Tales of Symphonia character is Hugh Jackman.