A guy comes to India to train a bunch of call center employees, and as can be expected, the civilisations clash - and many PJ's are made from the falling chips. Luckily for both, nothing collapses and life goes on!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
This one from Falstaff's blog, sums it up just so perfectly, I had to quote it verbatim ..
This is the kind of thing they don't teach you at school.
All those years of waiting, hoping, wanting to learn how to play. And then you find out there are no rules, that there isn't even really a game. Just a confused back and forth with no one keeping score.
No way to tell if you're winning. Always afraid that you've lost.
And I'm really beginning to think, I'd like to take a time out. And hey in a world full of enthusiastic talented players, how does it really matter if you didn't 'play' up to your potential, if you left midway, if you're a quitter? Plus who knows, maybe there's a whistle after all, and maybe it's about to blow anyway.
Scribbled by Tess at 6:17 PM
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Caught this a few days ago, during one of my usual insomnia guided tv surfs. Had never heard of it before, but it got me hooked till the end.
Its not an exceptional movie. However its got a heartbreaking depiction of the hardfought battle by a bunch of women for the right to work on equal terms. Apparently it was loosely based on a one of the first successfully fought and won sexual harrassment cases. Although it tends to get rather overly sentimental in places, specially towards the end, where it seems to pretty much disintergrate, I was willing to forgive that, and cried every bit of the way with Charlise Theron. Some of the scenes were handled really beautifully, for example the shots of the laundry, and the questions they raise about unpaid labour. It would've been good if they'd removed the whole irrelevant last 15 minutes, and instead used that time to build a few credible men in the initial phases, could've uplifted the movie massively, from simply being a bit of black and white fight, to a more nuanced real life depiction.
I'm hoping with the increasingly diverse and interesting things coming out of the bollywood stable, we'll get to see some of the philadelphia/ erin brockovitch/ north country genre sometime soon!
Scribbled by Tess at 10:06 PM
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Was good. Not exceptional, although its reasonably gripping as it goes.
A man on the run, money, shooting, the chase. The man chasing, the incomprehensible one. Some of the scenes and dialog really need full attention. Some parts however, tend to get rather over-indulgent ( read - over my head!)
I think this was one of the movies which I shouldn't have watched on TV. It needs to be seen on the hall , or at the very least on a CD/DVD with no interruptions.
Scribbled by Tess at 11:21 PM
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.
Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man's wealth,
You must first know the state of his conscience and health.
Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span,
Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man.
Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean,
Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
Wherever you go, you will find the earth's masses,
Are always divided in just these two classes.
And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween,
There's only one lifter to twenty who lean.
In which class are you? Are you easing the load,
Of overtaxed lifters, who toil down the road?
Or are you a leaner, who lets others share
Your portion of labor, and worry and care?
-Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Scribbled by Tess at 8:52 PM
Monday, May 04, 2009
Didn't like it much.
Again, during this, there were places where I got the dragging feeling of 2001.
And then I guess part of the hoopla was about the "rape and violence" routine. But that bit was well publicised, and I wouldn't say its over the top. Of course the interesting thing there is how its presented, completely from the perpetrators viewpoint, which I daresay is why its needed the way it is.
However, you live through the boring parts, and the cringe inducing parts, and at the end of the movie, do you wonder - wow, that raised some interesting questions? umm, no I don't. Do I ponder over the crime and punishment? Nah. Do I wonder about the free will vs conditioning debate? Not really.
All that remains are some stunning visuals, the Kubric stare, and not much else.
I guess like 2001, this much decorated movie is pitched at an intellect higher than mine. What can I say, I found it forgettable.
Scribbled by Tess at 7:42 PM