A Perfect Send-Off

How did I spend my last day in India?

At a huge, flashy celebration filled with everyone who was anyone in Bollywood (except Hrithik??? or did I blink and miss him????).

Yes, I loved the film. I loved-loved-loved it. Took a friend along, tucked ourselves into a theatre... it was a perfect way to spend an afternoon.

I'm not going to bother reviewing because the general consensus is "it's a little stupid but a lot of meta fun-fun." With which I concur, and would like to add "shiny!"

Two thoughts which I haven't yet seen anywhere else:

1. The creepiest part of SRK's abs isn't the fact that he has them. It's the fact that he doesn't have them during the 1970s half of the film. His shirt raises up a few times and there is definite flesh there. Which makes the body transformation all the more terrifying. (For the record, I prefer my Shahrukh creamy, not crunchy.)

2. Was I the only person who looked at the press shot of our four boys dancing on top of that bar and thought "what if they were Bolly Marauders!" Wormtail, Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs, L-R. ^__^

(Pic comes from Movietonic.)

I'll be on a plane soon. Catch you on the flip side.