"Crap.. crap and super crap" will be voice of the people when they come out watching most of the recent bollywood flicks and for some of the sensitive junta this is nothing but a mockery of their intellect..
At a movie theatre, .. having made the horrible journey thru the traffic ...having shelled out a hundred bucks... ,one expects to get a decent getaway from the rut of life. Just then, the lights go out, the projectors come up and it is does not take the astute mind to realise that it has fiasco written all over it. One begins to wonder how the so-called directors, producers, the crew and most importantly the self-proclaimed "superstars" have put in lesser thought in making these movies than a retard would do in eating his own poop.
Nevertheless, then comes the odd movie that is supposedly "different".. and the usual interview lines of the crew say.. "this movie has a soul".. "each song has a purpose".. "the hard work will surely pay off"... "we enjoyed a lot on the sets"... "each day was a thrill"... well not for the audience though... How can a tall white monkey doing "Shaava Shaava" in from of a hundred black apes justify as a super hit and a substantial and essential piece of any feature film.
Lets face it guys.. songs and heroines in hindi movies are just there for their aesthetic value.. They do not serve any more purpose than the hair growing in ones armpits... they are there coz they have been there since the old days.. The entire bollywood industry is like an old gramaphone.. which once gets stuck on a track will keep on howling... "Main tere... ".. "Main tere..." ... "Main tere..".. until you lift the pin , jerk it off a bit when it will continue.. "pyaar mein paagal"...
If cramps are for athletes then rigormortis is surely for the audience.
- Dead Pep
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