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Nice party at Robin's last night. Re-met some of her friends, and a couple of new ones. She served some nibbles and then some more substantial food; I could live forever on tostones with a dab of dill sour cream and a piece of nova (lox) on top. (Non-Americans: tostones are plantains, a banana-like fruit but less sweet -- the slices are fried, smashed to discs and then fried again. Lox is smoked salmon.
I enjoyed the folks there, although there was one woman who seemed a touch obsessed with her ex-dog -- that is, the dog her ex-boyfriend got when they still lived together. I love my cats, but I don't think I ever talk more than a few minutes about them. I swear I heard 20 minutes+ about Buford the French bulldog.
I love where they're living now, in Crown Heights. It's a typical changing neighborhood these days, bodegas and organic health food stores. It's another one of those Brooklyn neighborhoods that's cycled around: a Jewish neighborhood where my mother and Robin's were both born; an uneasy mix of Orthodox Jews and and African-Americans (occasionally causing riots and big crime stories when one group came into conflict with the other); and now, gentrifying. Any neighborhood with beautiful old building stock will eventually be reclaimed; if the neighborhood has become run-down, it will be cleaned up, and soon enough...unaffordable.
At home, I couldn't figure out what movie I wanted to watch, so I watched snips of a few. Saw a bit of Don 2. Shah Rukh Khan seems to be encroaching on Tom Cruise/Jean-Claude Van Damme territory, and I predict we will end up being Bruce Willis. I don't feel bad about making these American comparisons because someone is trying to internationalize him and turn him into a worldwide action star. Ra.One didn't quite manage it.
Then I moved on to what I hope is the worst movie Amitabh ever made: Shahenshah. It's an unbelievably cheesy masked-avenger sort of movie, a superhero without powers. He does have a lock of silver hair and a leather jacket with a bulletproof metal arm. His daytime identity is as a goofy, corrupt cop (these sort of characters are often identified by their chewing paan, a mild stimulant made of betel leaf and a few other substances. This was Amit-ji's return to films after his 1984-87 political career, and he looks a little puffy, and the movie is very old-fashioned for 1984, Behold, Shahenshah:
Then I abandoned this movie and rewatched some of Buddah Hoga Tera Baap. It put Go Meera Go into a little more perspective, as the character of Vijuu is supposed to be something of a dandy. Hence, the clothes. This time, he seemed to me to look a little better in the video, as it sat within the movie. I want to rewatch the rest and see Hema Malini again. She's probably my favorite of his leading ladies.
In 2012: kinder to myself and my body (diet and exercise). Less quick to judge people, especially negative judgment. Kinder to others. Learn and grow. Happy new year to all of you.
I enjoyed the folks there, although there was one woman who seemed a touch obsessed with her ex-dog -- that is, the dog her ex-boyfriend got when they still lived together. I love my cats, but I don't think I ever talk more than a few minutes about them. I swear I heard 20 minutes+ about Buford the French bulldog.
I love where they're living now, in Crown Heights. It's a typical changing neighborhood these days, bodegas and organic health food stores. It's another one of those Brooklyn neighborhoods that's cycled around: a Jewish neighborhood where my mother and Robin's were both born; an uneasy mix of Orthodox Jews and and African-Americans (occasionally causing riots and big crime stories when one group came into conflict with the other); and now, gentrifying. Any neighborhood with beautiful old building stock will eventually be reclaimed; if the neighborhood has become run-down, it will be cleaned up, and soon enough...unaffordable.
At home, I couldn't figure out what movie I wanted to watch, so I watched snips of a few. Saw a bit of Don 2. Shah Rukh Khan seems to be encroaching on Tom Cruise/Jean-Claude Van Damme territory, and I predict we will end up being Bruce Willis. I don't feel bad about making these American comparisons because someone is trying to internationalize him and turn him into a worldwide action star. Ra.One didn't quite manage it.
Then I moved on to what I hope is the worst movie Amitabh ever made: Shahenshah. It's an unbelievably cheesy masked-avenger sort of movie, a superhero without powers. He does have a lock of silver hair and a leather jacket with a bulletproof metal arm. His daytime identity is as a goofy, corrupt cop (these sort of characters are often identified by their chewing paan, a mild stimulant made of betel leaf and a few other substances. This was Amit-ji's return to films after his 1984-87 political career, and he looks a little puffy, and the movie is very old-fashioned for 1984, Behold, Shahenshah:
Then I abandoned this movie and rewatched some of Buddah Hoga Tera Baap. It put Go Meera Go into a little more perspective, as the character of Vijuu is supposed to be something of a dandy. Hence, the clothes. This time, he seemed to me to look a little better in the video, as it sat within the movie. I want to rewatch the rest and see Hema Malini again. She's probably my favorite of his leading ladies.
In 2012: kinder to myself and my body (diet and exercise). Less quick to judge people, especially negative judgment. Kinder to others. Learn and grow. Happy new year to all of you.
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