Monday, January 22, 2007

the tea-tray has landed

am now a hopeless heroes addict. i watched all the episodes so far in order to acquaint myself with the series, since chris eccleston is making his debut on the show tonight (yays!), and found myself a not-so-reluctant convert. until i see what level of coolness eccles ascends to tonight, my favorite character right now is hiro. he is the cutest little bundle o' joy i've ever seen grace my t.v. screen. his insistence in being able to bend the time-space contiuum in the face of adversity ("like spock!"), his nigh-irrepressible spunkiness, and just the overall GENKINESS he presents are a pleasure to behold. my favorite scene: when he finally manages to transport himself to times square, looks around, throws his arms up, and screams out "YATTA!!!!!"...mwargh. it's an easy show for me to love, partly because it comes on right before Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip, a show that many critics have (unfairly) taken a strong dislike to, but I love because it's intelligent and written by aaron sorkin.
feel like i've been at school for weeks, if not months. have to pick topics for my various research papers this week. oddly enough, right now i like all my classes and am not in a hurry to skip any of them in the foreseeable future. and i actually want to do well in all of them. i don't feel any of them are "easy a's," or whatnot.
you know it's bad when you're changing channels on t.v. and see this as a nice big caption on cnn: Greasy, Crying Baby Found in Oven. granted, the show was nancy grace, so it was almost to be expected, but i find that particular title unfortunate because i chortle with glee whenever i look at it. is that so wrong?
aside from watching heroes this past weekend, i was a total bollywood addict and managed to see kabhi khushi kabhie gham in its entirety (again!), as well as finishing hum aapke hain koun, which i actually never did see the end of before. the part where the heroine's older sister pooja dies by tripping and falling down the stairs is hilarious. the actress rolls down a seemingly interminable flight of stairs (i think they sped the film up, then looped it several times for good measure) and finally comes to a halt, head bleeding profusely, at the bottom. the reaction shots at the end of the movie, when everyone realizes that nisha and prem have been hiding their SECRET LOVE FOR EACH OTHER so that nisha could marry prem's older brother rajesh and take care of his and (deceased) pooja's child are simply wonderful (i love writing out the plots-they always seem so ludicrous, not to mention needlessly complex-but really, bollywood films by their very nature are fantastically ludicrous and way too complex in terms of the characters' personal relationships). i love when the director experiments with just how many different shots of a single person's reaction the audience can take before they get pissed off. of course, when you've got a film genre where three and a half hours is considered a perfectly acceptable average movie length, you've got lots more to work with. le yay!

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outpost gallifrey

official torchwood site.

february stars.

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