22 December 2004
I love Bollywood films--their vivid colors, their unrealistic plots and dances, their beautiful songs. Even their ridiculous lengths of three or so hours. Love 'em. I'm watching one film right now, Khabhi Khushi Khabhi Ghum (spelling atrocious, I'm sure) and I've actually seen one of the actresses in real life: Kareena Kapoor. I've got pictures, too. Just haven't had a chance to put them up yet, except the one that may or may not be up in the left hand corner right now. She was filming in Paris when I was there, and we actually saw her and her film crew twice, on two separate days and locations. Completely crazy, and wondrous, with Indian people gravitating to form a crowd around her each time.
In other news, I had lunch with Chris. It was good seeing him again. His hair was shorter, but not much else had changed about him. We caught up and have agreed not to let such a long time go without talking again.
Saw a free screening of In Good Company yesterday. I actually liked it. It's directed by the same guy who did About a Boy. It was cool cause some of it was filmed at NYU, at our very own Hayden Hall and Coles Sports Center. Wish I'd been able to see them filming, but last year I wasn't near either of those locations very much. Scarlett Johansson was gorgeous, as always. Was sitting in the theatre before the movie started and the older woman next to me said, "You have such beautiful black hair. And so does your friend, or sister, or whatever next to you."
Suzanne was next to me, and as she is Ecuadorian-Indian, I didn't really see how she could've been my sister, but I suppose the lights were dim. But we thanked her profusely nonetheless. It's nice when you get random compliments like that. People in New York can be nice in their own way.
Ugh, I met the meanest old woman ever at the Nutcracker, which I went to go see Monday night. See, we had fourth ring seats, very high up. And while the view is good, we always sneak into better seats after intermission. So we scoped the place out before the ballet started and saw there were lots of empty seats on the sides of the first ring. So naturally, we headed for them during intermission. But even as we walked in and attempted to look over the balcony, we were stopped by an, "Excuse me, do you have a ticket?" in a screechity scratchity voice.
We turned to see an older woman, hair dyed caramel, back hunched with age, skinny as bones, glaring at us. Suzanne shook her head. I attempted to say that we were merely there to look at the view, but she was having none of it. She kept saying, "You didn't pay 95 dollars for a ticket, you shouldn't be here and you can't even look at the view." Boy, was I pissed at her rudeness. She didn't need to cause a scene!
In any case, we got seats in the third ring, near the balcony, which allowed us a closer view. I love the second half of the Nutcracker.. all the costumes and familiar, beautiful music really get to me.
In other news, I had lunch with Chris. It was good seeing him again. His hair was shorter, but not much else had changed about him. We caught up and have agreed not to let such a long time go without talking again.
Saw a free screening of In Good Company yesterday. I actually liked it. It's directed by the same guy who did About a Boy. It was cool cause some of it was filmed at NYU, at our very own Hayden Hall and Coles Sports Center. Wish I'd been able to see them filming, but last year I wasn't near either of those locations very much. Scarlett Johansson was gorgeous, as always. Was sitting in the theatre before the movie started and the older woman next to me said, "You have such beautiful black hair. And so does your friend, or sister, or whatever next to you."
Suzanne was next to me, and as she is Ecuadorian-Indian, I didn't really see how she could've been my sister, but I suppose the lights were dim. But we thanked her profusely nonetheless. It's nice when you get random compliments like that. People in New York can be nice in their own way.
Ugh, I met the meanest old woman ever at the Nutcracker, which I went to go see Monday night. See, we had fourth ring seats, very high up. And while the view is good, we always sneak into better seats after intermission. So we scoped the place out before the ballet started and saw there were lots of empty seats on the sides of the first ring. So naturally, we headed for them during intermission. But even as we walked in and attempted to look over the balcony, we were stopped by an, "Excuse me, do you have a ticket?" in a screechity scratchity voice.
We turned to see an older woman, hair dyed caramel, back hunched with age, skinny as bones, glaring at us. Suzanne shook her head. I attempted to say that we were merely there to look at the view, but she was having none of it. She kept saying, "You didn't pay 95 dollars for a ticket, you shouldn't be here and you can't even look at the view." Boy, was I pissed at her rudeness. She didn't need to cause a scene!
In any case, we got seats in the third ring, near the balcony, which allowed us a closer view. I love the second half of the Nutcracker.. all the costumes and familiar, beautiful music really get to me.