Smthin an all (or chummaaa post)
Last night , saw this black car go by , in the darkness what stood out was MASERATI scrawled in size 100 font on the side of the car .
What kind of a tikla does that?
I can picture him , each morning , beholding his wheels and exulting "YEAH!!!!! YEEEEAAAAH!!!! " , egged on by the scrawled name - with the same gusto as Beavis going "I need TP for my bunghole!"
Then in other stuff .... watched "Everything is Illuminated" , its disarmingly funny for the most part. Those Ukrainians kicksass ....and so does the central asian landscape .... ...talking of that ....twiddling thumbs in a meeting , I was rescued by a large map of the world on the wall. Lesson learnt - Kazakhstan is as large as India.
Central asia man! , I am going to tour that place on a bike , or better a caravan -someday.
Anyway... The movie is well worth a watch just for the acting , however I get the feeling the book'd have been better. Sadly , Elijah Wood does nothing more than look puzzled or keeps a wooden expression. The man who rocks is Eugene Hutz , actually born in Ukraine he is the King of this 'Premium' Movie.
Eugene Hutz on the right.
...and these two together rock the show
Then again , last week , found the dvd of "The Proposition" , starring Guy Pearce.
What made me buy it is the fact that it was written by and with music by da' dude Nick Cave .
Set in the Australian outback in the 1800s it has some stunning landscapes and quite strongly conveys the isolation of settler life there. The story is quite straight forward , but with some excellent acting by Emily Watson . The others too do a good job.
Solpa disappointed though that the music by da' Dude twas not quite what I expected , nice opening credits song though.
Among other things , I went and bought 'Introducing Semiotics' , trippin only , its like a Mobius strip , words dissecting the import of words...or whatever man
..and now to finish with a desi story I hrd
The University of Texas at Arlington has one of the highest desi student populations , so apparently there is this hostel block(or student hall or whatever those guys going to 'school' like to call hostles) with only desis.
Some clueless Amru visitor , looking for his Amru friend wanders in there and knocks on one of the doors
Sleepy desi opens the door
Amru : Is Dan Here?
Desi: No , there are no foreigners in this block