good morning, all
dabangg 2 last night. i was floored and this had nothing to do with the two whiskies i'd downed in preparation of the fate i'd invited upon self.
but chulbul was unabashedly fair and gave me big bhalue phor monee. paisa wasool could be his middle name.
the asma thing had my hysterical, while a funny memory kept whacking back of head. where? where? a bit of a reference and salaam to movies of yore, amar akbar anthony's rishi/neetu/mukri madness came to mind.
but an old vinod khanna daddy and a photo dimple mummy, somewhat special to someone who saw bobby in the year '73 and achanak around that time too. all sorts of decades entered and left my mind as pandeyji did his thing. he and his bro delivered what they'd set out to, a jolly good mind emptying show. i must see dabangg now. and why did i keep getting the feeling that reena roy's somewhere in it too?
a nice big hindi phillum, like they used to be. nothing cineplex about it. and i liked the seetee maaro dialogues, made me happier than trying hard to be subtle talaash dialogues. and all those scores from familiar films, must do researchwa. i can see two brothers sitting together rofling while choosing music, dialogues, jokes.
was 🤣 so much, lost my phone. and in it my notes on daily shenanigans at ipk. aw.
award declared for spotting typos.
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