tired of being a student.

want a life.

I believe this is the first time Jackie Chan and Jet Li have done a movie together.  I thought Jet Li was younger.  There’s a lot of bad hair in this movie.  I’m still a little confused why Chan’s character has like dread locks.  The evil woman’s hair was all good except right next to her scalp.  The part/separation of hair at the top of her head was unconvincing.  The movie was Lord of Rings meets Wizard of Oz.  The fighting scenes were lengthy and impressive.  I would wait until it gets to the cheap theaters for this one.

I at first thought the only shortcoming to the snow and ice rain would be that I would not get to wear my new spring jacket today.  Then I go to cleanroom.  Dumb ass power surges kept turning my UV lamp off in lithography.  So there goes my day.  I have other stuff to do but I was really looking forward to lith today.  I think I figured out how to get around a difficult problem I was having.  I was really psyched to try it out.  Now I just feel agitated.

I think that’s the title anyway.  Don’t watch that many Hindi films but Tipu does and every now and then I get sucked in.  Saw this at Garden City theater.  They usually do play Hindi films there.  Hindi films are far too long.  They need to edit some of that crap out.  This movie needed better camera/lighting work.  Some of the scenes showed imperfections in actors’ skin and I find that unprofessional.  Some of the makeup was bad.  I’m not a makeup expert but isn’t lip liner supposed to match the rest of the lips?  It’s to provide definition not create contrast.

I’ve been sick at home with the flu this past week.  Last night I went out.  I figured since my energy was low anyways and I couldn’t possibly get anything useful done why not be driven all the way to Garden City for a three hour plus movie.

Hindi films may be incredibly cheesy.  This one is no different.  They do however effectively pull at those heart strings.  You know… those ones.  There are things in Bollywood that frustrate me.  What the hell is with all the sensual dancing?  It’s not fun kick it up hip hop stuff.  It’s not artistic cultural stuff that takes years to master.  It’s look at my boobs go crap.  Watch me gyrate by this pole for you crap.  I understand they’re fulfilling a market but you can’t really take it as serious art when there’s random choreographed whore dances that have nothing to do with the plot lines.  One thing I think is kind of cool is that songs are not necessarily in the same language as the rest of the movie.  I think that’s sophisticated oddly enough… it shows depth of culture to be able to use different languages like that.  Like this film was in Hindi and English.  However there were songs in other languages.  Punjabi… etc.

Ok, so the film itself.  The first half was meaningless.  Relied on my snuck in food to get through at all.  Second half was meaningful.  I always did like Kajol.  Expressive and likeable.  Her husband in real life plays her husband in this film.  Husband’s name is too complicated.  Besides, I’m kind of embarrassed about writing a Hindi film post and need some distance.  Acting was reasonable.  Characters were likeable.

So my baby nephew (8 months) and sister-in-law (age I cannot share) just left this yesterday afternoon. I am in deep withdrawal of Zubin my nephew. I did shed a few tears. I do admit to sniffing unused baby butt wipes to get his scent. I also had some Cheerios near midnight. Hanging out with him has changed some of my views. Previously I really liked small cars like Mini Coopers. Now I still think they’re adorable but I don’t think it’s manageable for us anymore. Zubin weighs around 20 pounds and is around a foot tall. It’s incredible how much stuff he needs in order to get around. It’s very disproportionate. He has his massive stroller, heavy diaper bag which holds many things other than diapers and car seat. If we did groceries with Zubin in a Mini Cooper he could drown in Basmati rice. I had previously wanted twins in the future. I thought it would be efficient. Zubin is a fairly reasonable baby boy (aside from teething and diaper rashes when he screams like a banshee) however even when he’s in good spirits he’s a handful. As a result, two babies at once are no longer a goal. Lastly, I may change my mind on this one… but I don’t think I ever want an epidural. I have never been fond of needles. The idea of a needle up my spine never seemed pleasant but I thought the crazy idea might not be so bad if I could feel less during the worst pain naturally inflicted on humans (I must emphasize naturally b/c I don’t know how it compares to Guantanamo) . However a few women including Nahar my sis-in-law have confided that their back has never been the same after an epidural and it really concerns me. Now, of course new moms do a lot more lugging around too so perhaps epidural isn’t necessarily the cause. However… seriously… a frickin’ needle up the spinal column? Can we please come up with something better?