Originally posted by: bhakti2
Oh. My. God. There has to be a commutative relationship between how bad these epis wane and how funny you wax!! Because the worse (gold-fleck vomit-inducing, even) they get, the more hysterical your writing. Where are you pulling even more talent from? It is like an inexhaustible gold-mine - just don't sharpen your edge to the point where RK will have to cast it nonplussedly to the coverlet where it will lay useless, depriving us all of one of the day's greatest pleasures.
Meanwhile, in the words of the down-the-block hero, What the...? Exactly how long does it take one twenty-year-old starlet (barefoot, no less, not even hobbled by vampy stilettos!) to walk through a hallway and to a bedroom?? (Unless, of course, it really IS an infinitycase, in which instance Escher is calling and wants his intellectual property back. But I digress.) Talk about inverse relationships! For every one step she manages forward Mallik and RK manage three hours worth of dialogue, and all of it worthless, pretty much. And somehow she chooses the empty room, managing not to hear RK break the sound barrier yelling at the innocent naukar and his innocent dawaiiein...I dunno. Even monkeys know a little more about the linear projection of time and the lateral projection of sound so who was at the storyboard for this goose egg may the Lord know.
Whoever it was, though, they do seem to have settled into their characters' grooves, and you have so aptly described them all: the VV of V, Skulky Skulkerson, bunny-boiling Radhuji, rainbow-pooping RK and his barefoot Biwi, not to mention the magical policemen from telekinetic magic justice land where dreams make wishes come true. It's like a weird vortex into which all stereotypes are relentlessly sucked - the Saas, the Bahu, the (misunderstood) angry young man, the plucky heroine with the heart of gold, the wise fool, the beti-protecting baap, you know - the usual suspects. Heave them all into the dyspepsia inducing mansion of poor interior decorating choices and let'er rip.
Well, thank god we have you to help us navigate this ungainly barque through the choppy seas. Someone has to be the captain - thank goodness you'll help us all go down laughing.
Kumkum Bhagya
