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Before my next intellectually stimulating update[?], this is a stop-over intended to provide an emotional stimulation which will tickle the heartstrings of whoever reads it. I first heard the song Cats In the Cradle played by Ugly Kid Joe on some random collection of rock ballads. As a band, UKJ was one of those whose prerogative was making some fresh, have-fun music often with genuinely humorous content. Expecting a emotional ballad from them was quite unexpected. Let me make it clear that at this moment i didnt have any idea about the complete lyrics of the song. Then, one fine day when boredom reached its peak[just as it has when im writing this!], i started to search for lyrics for some songs. I chanced upon the lyrics to this song and was blown away by their simplicity and depth. Here, they are:

My child arrived just the other day
Came into the world the usual way
But there were planes to catch n bills to pay
He learned to walk while i was away
And he was talkin 'fore i knew n as he grew
He said: im gonna be like u, dad
You know im gonna be like you

[chorus]
And the cats in the cradle n the silver spoon
little boy blue n the man on the moon
when u comin home? Son, i dont know when
we'll get together then, you know we'll have a good time then

My son turned 10 just the other day
he said thanks for the ball dad, c'mon lets play
could u teach me to throw? i said not today
ive got a lot to do, he said thats ok
n he walked away but his smile never dimmed
he said, you know im gonna be like him yea
you know im gonne be like him

[chorus]

n he came from college just the other day
so much like a man, i just had to say
im proud of u, could u sit for a while
he shook his head n instead gave a smile
what i'd really like dad is to borrow the car keys
see u later, can i have them please?

[chrous]

ive long since retired, my son's moved away
i called him up just the other day
i'd like to see u if u dont mind
i'd love to dad if i could find the time
you see my new job's a hassle n the kids have the flu
but its sure nice talkin to u dad
its been sure nice talkin to you

AS I HUNG UP THE FONE, IT OCCURED TO ME
HE'D GROWN UP JUST LIKE ME
MY BOY WAS JUST LIKE ME!

hmmm.. the last 3 lines still freak me out whenever i hear the song. Now, what struck me was that such profoundity n that too from UKJ? so, after a little googling, i came up with the true brains behind the song. Its originally by a singer from the 70's called Harry Chapin n the lyrics were based on a poem written by his wife. Also d/l the original track n its pretty much the same as the UKJ cover, remove the distorted guitars n add a piano with a string section. Thats it folks, drop in for some more gyaan in a short time..

no, im not repenting for me sins.. last post got ONE reply!! Hallelujah for the tender mercies. anyway, moving on with my excesses, here's the next 2 movies: but, before that let me profusely thank a friend of mine for talking me into watchin these along with him for the sheer reason that he might not make it through alone! so, we went to Anand on a friday morning to catch the first-day-first-show of Tauba Tauba! 

Going by the tag-line of the movie, which was kinda well-advertised, "15 year old boy, 25 year old girl"; we're not looking at something ground-breaking. looked like a loser, raunchy, low-budget, badly-acted, poorly-directed, front-benchers-only kind. the big question was "would it deliver?" well, judging by the exulted screams, shouts, laser-shows n laffter erupting from all around us poor buggers, it was well worth it. One things for sure, gone are the days of old fat-bodies enacting out the sexy lass in such kinda movies. we have 2 models, one of them a known face baring it all. also, a saas-bahu girl doing an item number..hmmm, interesting. The story? yes, there is a lil story too. A school boy, the progeny of a millionaire is back home for his vacations. he is horny, as expected, so's his dad! played by Ayub Khan[the lusar in Dil Chahta Hai], this is what lack of work does to an actor. sheeesh. anyway, the kid's conned by his greedy manager, played by some idiot. n the rest of the movie is how the kid gets his revenge/money, with a lil' help from the kind-hearted, barely dressed lady; by way of Big Fat Liar/ Home Alone. Along the way, we get to see an over-dose of skin, quite a few smooches and stuff the front-benchers would die for. i just couldnt imagine the stuff the cleaners have to pick up! again, the big Q, does it deliver? it does, to some extent. i mean, the target audience would definitely soak this up n demand more. it has a story which allows for the ultimate male-fantasy of a hot/inviting neighbour, a twist before the interval, item songs, a comedy track and dialogues which will make Javed Akhtar froth in delirium. Where else would u hear an exclamation like "sex hua, vo maragayi!" or "ye to sexual murder ka case lagta hai!" or the entire "ek baap ko apne jawan bache ka khayal rakhna chahiye, khaas kar is umr me" recited by Payal Rohtagi wearing a dress much smaller her size. Hence, morals are also given a chance here making it a complete movie. so, was the movie a successful endeavour by the makers? well, the audience seem to think so. hell, even me had some fun, atleast the one-liners from the audience were funny. plus, we're also enlightened to a new acroynym U.S.A - Ultra Sexy Aunty, which is said by the kid to his teacher in the movie.. aah, well, in some places.. anything goes ;)

The next movie, which we were forced to witness that same evening was Shaque. Now, this one had the makings of a true innovator; the tag-line going something like "He creates magic before killing". If that aint uber-cool, then what is?!?! Boasting of an all star cast of nobodys except for Mushtaq Khan[u know him??] n PREM CHOPRA[one of my favs.. *sigh*]. This one too has EVERYTHING that the ppl who were ultimately going to watch it would want. us? no, we're outta the Q. Concerns a group of college students and a serial killer amongst them. The plot's so convoluted, it'll be hazard if i try to reproduce the same here. Suffice to say, all of it is duly/whole-heartedly explained off in the end. Now, we had an extremely enthusiastic debut by the hero who does everything Hrithik did in his debut vehicle.. he dances, he kicksass, he does comedy/emotion/romance/dialogue-heavy fundu stuff with all the earnestness of a monkey. the highlight of the movie is a sequence which lasted 5 mins. starts of with the bickering of the usual man vs. woman, gets a bit philosophical n religious with Ram/Sita coming into the picture, then becomes goofy with our hero taking his shirt off n daring the heroine to do the same, then.. Dhadang Dhadang Dhadang, she disrobes n the boobies pop-out on the screen for a full 2 seconds! followed by stunned silence in the theater, which i admit im still tryin to make out - was it because of the debate going on? or coz she disrobed?  well, still want more? sorry, was too dazed to remember what happened afterwards. again, cool dialogues pop-out with the frequency of dead bodies in Kill Bill 1. "Duniya bahot buri jagah hai" is the takiya-kalam of our well meaning Cop, the title "Shaque" must've been repeated arnd 2 dozen times. All said n done, another movie experience of its kind. Didnt have as much fun as, Tauba Tauba.. must've been missing the audience from the morning. arey, almost forgot.. it also features one of the most atrociously funny things ive seen on film in quite a while. The killer n his mudus operandi!! that was the high-light of the movie, waitasec, havent i already mentioned that? well, as i said earlier, anything goes! so, the MO involves putting on gloves, taking a needle which is dripping with Cyanide ofkorz, making a catapult with a rubber-band n ur fingers, sticking the needle in this catapult, aiming it at ur target n shooting with deadly precision. i mean, in all fairness u dun get to see this kind of originality in mainstream movies. its pathetic attempt at being a terrifying ordeal during the scene where the killer chases his fat target with his hands holding the mechanism is sooooooo fuckin funny, my stomach still hurts.

lesson learned : watch more B movies..

aaah.. Le faithfuls who never read my blog, here's another update. why? o why do i even bother! anyway, there's not Net at home n ive got some free time on hand so here goes: This is about the 5 movies i watched in the past week, a sort-of mini-review of each plus a lil' gyaan me wants to share[but, with whom?]. Anywayzzzz:

The first movie was Manoj Shyamalan's "The Village". Some ppl get better at their craft as they go along and some ppl regress, unable to fully comprehend the expectation that their earlier work has generated. MS belongs to the latter as almost everyone who's seen his 4 movies will tell you. The Sixth Sense n Unbreakable with all their cheesy moments/pace/flaws were ok movies 'til the surprise endings redeemed them from being an unworthy affair. Signs with all its hype and interesting enough concept was a KLPD with the ending which left people laffing instead of quivering. So, the expectations from Village were rather mixed esp. for me who'd gotten both positive/negative reviews from ppl who'd seen it. The movie is all MS as far as the sylistic element goes with eerie look with beautiful cinematography, good acting chiefly by Adrian Brody[awesome!], Phoenix n newcomer Bryce Dallas Howard, interesting concept-wise again BUT the director falters big time. the biggest flaw was the usual twist in the end which becomes blindingly clear much before it happens; many of the big names were under-used esp. Sigourney Weaver, the score was a let-down and the script had a few loose-ends besides any real scary moments. better luck next time Mr.Shyamalan!

Second on my list was the expected-to-be-laffriot King Of Bollywood. The story of an ageing ex-screen icon who wants to make one last comeback rather than fade away with grace and the firang woman who wants to make a documentary on this legendary persona. Something vaguley similar was tried by Nagesh Kukunoor with limited success as Bollywood Calling. This one neither has the charm nor the humour to go further. An attempt to take pot-shots at everything filmy or related to it, even the press, ultimately leads to a dragging bore of a movie saved only in places by a decked-up, completely in character Om Puri. But, even the man cannot save this disaster, neither can Sophie Dahl with a radiance and school-girl like fascination with the land of Bollywood. Most of the characters are caricatures of someone or the other. The pot-shots start getting ridiculous and by the end, the movie ends up being a joke of itself. Expected better than this from Deepa Gahlot, the reviewer who shreds up every movie in DC/Rediff.com; she is the co-writer of the movie.

the next 2 movies made my day in ways i cannot tell you. they got me thinking, about the kind of cinema that we're being fed. rather, the quality that makes B-movies a better bet than most of the commercial stuff out there. wait for the next posts.. who am i telling this to anyway?? baaaaah.. Just W A I T !     

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