We Are ~ (Ana Johnsson)

I *heart* this song....the mere fact that I am resorting to the dubious *heart* is testimony to the fact that I can hear this song on repeat for an hour or two or...well, you get the drift. I also like the way it has been neatly incorporated into key-moments from Spidey 1 & 2 (who, I also *heart*). I will refrain from further pretentious twaddle and enjoy the video. I advice you to quit the eye-rolling and do the same.

The Death of Sirius Black (A Montage)

I came across this clip and it brought all the memories of Potter-Mania rushing right back...never was a Book-Series so ably supported by it's movie-franchise. While I did imagine Sirus Black to be played by a younger actor who would be loaded with the lazy charm, the wasted handsomeness and the gothic glory of the paper Black....Gary Oldman still managed to keep viewers hooked with his sheer presence...

UP - Ellie and Carl's Life Montage

Partly Cloudy (Pixar Short Fim)

aaj Pehli tarikh hai...

Aaj Pehli Taarik hai……and I can’t get the Cadbury Ad out of my head. It’s catchy and appeals to my innate silliness. AND I didn’t know that it was, in actual fact, an ol’Kishore Kumar song from a movie called (what else?): Pehli Taarik.
So yeah, I have a retro mind-worm and I hum it at the most inappropriate moments.

…............................................................................ (um, cos I don’t know how to jump from one topic to another seamlessly)

And what better way to start off a month than with *Four Weddings and A Funeral*? I love this movie. The only chick-flick I can sit through without making gagging sounds. Though the ending was a bit too hindi-filmi-ish for my liking.

But, great lines...Hugh Grant...fantastic ensemble cast...Hugh Grant...and well, Hugh Grant. And I have always wanted a wicked-mad uncle like Gareth…cracks me up every single time. Brit-humour is the best; drier than a bone with a sting in it’s tail.

Here are a few:

Tom: Oh, I don't know, Charlie. Unlike you, I never expected "the thunderbolt." I always just hoped that, that I'd meet some nice friendly girl, like the look of her, hope the look of me didn't make her physically sick, then pop the question and, um, settle down and be happy. It worked for my parents. Well, apart from the divorce and all that.
~
Fiona: Where's Gareth?
Matthew: Torturing Americans.
Fiona: How thoughtful of him.
~
Carrie: Having a good night?
Charles: Yes. It's right up there with my father's funeral for sheer entertainment value.
~
Tom: The great advantage of having a reputation for being stupid: People are less suspicious of you.
~
Matthew: I remember the first time I saw Gareth on a dancefloor. I feared lives would be lost.
~
Gareth: We had the most delightful girl at our table. Carrie, apparently her fiancé's terribly grand and owns half of Scotland. How about you?
Charles: I seem to be stuck in the wedding from hell, ghosts of girlfriends past at every turn. Next thing I'll bump into Henrietta and the nightmare will be complete.
Henrietta: Hello Charles.
Charles: Hello Hen, how are you? [Hen bursts into tears]


That was it, first post of the month. Am brushing over the ick moments, as we all know that I am Lady Bountiful where those are concerned. Plenty more posts to whine and whinge about those. So long....a happy, non-homicidal month to all.

La Maison en Petits Cubes

2009 Academy Awards : Best Short Film, Animated
The story is about a crusty old man who lives in a constantly submerging town. As the water level slowly rises, he keeps building on his original home.....something akin to placing cubes on top of cubes. When his favourite smoking-pipe falls into the water, he dons scuba gear and dives in to retrieve it.

His descent shows him the earlier levels of his home, now undewater. And each level brings back an old and cherished memory.

Hand-drawn animation, sepia tint and the underlying melancholy.....all effectively convey a sentimental tale.

La Maison en Petits Cubes
Uploaded by andybe29

Air-Tel Ad......Breaking Barriers.

A simple and beautiful ad with a fantastic message. I especially liked the passage accompanying the print ad, which goes.....

Barriers break
when people talk

The simple act of talking can bring the world together.
In the future,
countries will no longer be divided by languages but shall be united in
dialogue.
Familes will come together in lively conversations,
And people
will be set free by reason, understanding and speech.
Simply put, the world
will be a better place, if only
we talk to each other.

Accidentally In Love....

I am suffering from "Blogger's Block"....and however ridiculous that sounds, am sticking to my resolution i.e. One post, every day throughout December. It's an exercise in futility, but am trying to break my penchant for procrastination......Once 'n' For All!!!

So here's one of my all-time favourite songs by Counting Crows....with my all-time favourite couple...."Shrek and Fiona"!! Talk about "fairy-tale" honeymoons!!!

All Hail the mighty Everett!!!

So once more, I sat through “My Best Friend’s Wedding”, and once again I hastily channel surfed during the uncomfortable bits (a.k.a Julia Roberts doing her vilest best to break up an established romance AND ending up with egg on her face for all her troubles!!!).

I must have seen this movie a gazillion times and yet...to date I haven’t seen it in its entirety. I am content with watching the gorgeous Julia Roberts glowing like a beacon with her flaming hair surrounding her sparky face…..the utterly scrumptious Dermott Mulroney looking like a million bucks and ofcourse, the absolutely brilliant Rupert Everett!!!

All Hail the Cheeky Gay Man!!! With the right combination of puckish charm and devlish humour he plays the supportive friend and irrepressible voice of reason with élan.

The ending left me with a sour taste in my mouth. But it was expected….count on Hollywood to give u kick in the nether regions, just when you start smelling the orange blossoms!!

Now if it were upto the ever reliable Bollywood, the ending would have been so much more gratifying.

Cameron Diaz would have had a dark and devious secret (usually involving an estranged husband and a divorce that never happened)……Dermott Mulroney would discover this shocking secret just…JUST…. before exchanging vows and would finally realize the grave mistake he was to embark upon. He would rush out of the church to a “bawling-her-eyes-out” Julia Roberts (conveniently standing in the church-yard, checking out the horticulture) and profess his undying love to her, amidst a stream of applause from the church-entourage.

Not content at that, the director would probably hitch Rupert up with Cameron’s very-sexy, very-gay male cousin (celebrity in his umpteenth guest appearance) and have them making doe-eyes at each other …….****cue for second round of applause!!!***

Everyone’s happy and teary-eyed...we have had our dose of escapism and would come out of the theater with a feeling of total “paisa-vasool”. But then if wishes were horses then beggars would ride and Julia Roberts would have ended up with the straight guy!!!

On the whole, great chick-flick....the next time it comes on the tube, I will be watching it again and rooting for Ms.Roberts all over again (scruples be damned!!!).

p.s. My favourite scene is the wedding party at the seafood restaurant….where Rupert Everett - Julia’s pretend fiancé dramatically describes the first time he ever saw Julia and was slain by her stunning beauty. He then prompltly breaks into a love-struck rendition of Aretha Franklin’s “ Say A Little Prayer”…amply supported by the rest of the dinner brigade. Cheesy but so damn funny!!!