Rockabilly Riot

2010-05-03T14:23:00.001+04:00

Invictus

2009-11-02T18:18:00.005+04:00

I saw the trailer for the new Clint Eastwood movie, Invictus, this morning.

It's based on the true of the 1995 Rugby World Cup, held in South Africa, when President Nelson Mandela brought an entire country together after the fall of apartheid.

If that hasn't caught your attention already, guess who's playing Nelson Mandela - Morgan Freeman. If THAT hasn't caught your attention, Matt Damon will be playing the captain of the SA rugby team, Francois Pienaar.

If THAT hasn't caught your attention - check out the trailer.

The movie is releasing in the States in December, however, I doubt we'll get it till next year! :(

"This is the great adventure."

2009-10-29T14:57:00.003+04:00

On the morning of the 29^th of October, 2009, I saw Michael Jackson’s This Is It.

Who would have thunk that for the entire day, every time I thought about it, I’d tear up.

It’s really hard to believe that he was so fit, so beautiful, singing so purely and so perfectly mere weeks before he died. And it’s harder to believe, even after so many months, that he’s no more.

Every minute I saw of the film, I kept thinking, ‘Damn, it would have been so stunning.’ He had thought of everything. There were video clips, special effects, fire works, fire, elevators, cranes, you name it – it would have been the best come-back tour of all time. Would have been. *choke*

He remembered every line, he remembered every beat, he remembered every MOVE… he remembered it all. He perfected it all. He MADE it all perfect. He was kind, he was gentle, he was sweet, and he was loving to his crew. For them, it was the greatest thing imaginable – working, dancing, singing, playing for Michael Jackson. It’s a dream that no one would dare to dream.

He did it all for one thing – for his fans. For the millions of people on this planet who loved him so much, who never doubted him for a single second, who always stood by him as he made his sweet music. He loved them more than they loved him.

There were such wonderful moments in the film – he would do a complicated dance move and smile so brilliantly, a smile that said, “Of course I’ve still got it, what did you think?” He would sing a tough line and close his eyes, taking in the stage, the arena, the adrenaline of being back on stage and entertaining the world.

The practice footage is astounding. It really is. That man practiced and practiced till it was perfect. He was gracious to his dancers and musicians, while they looked like they were in the presence of a God.

I don’t think I should go into even more detail – you should check this movie out yourself. Every MJ fan owes it to themselves to see this movie, to see what a fantastic and wonderful man he was. Anything else I say about him has already been said a million times before, so I won’t touch upon it. But, honestly, do yourselves a favour and watch the footage of that final tour that he was to perform. It’s truly worth it.

PS – I apologize to whoever was sitting next to me. I believe my sobbing during his performance of “I’ll Be There” made it hard for them to hear the song.

A decision

2009-10-20T08:33:00.004+04:00

I have decided to blog again. For sure this time.

I swears it.

Ok, so the point I'm trying to make is that I stumbled upon Neha Mujumdar's blog this morning and I was inspired to blog again! Sure, that means that you'll be treated to endless rants about this movie or that TV show or that other book or the best album on the planet. Isn't that what blogging's all about, anyway?

I wouldn't know. I'm guessing wildly here.

Well, that's all for this post. Just wanted to warn my non-existant readers that my blog is active again. Muhahahaha!

Eez it a crazee laife?

2009-03-10T20:52:00.002+04:00

Yes, that is one of the more important questions that we must answer. But hey, I'm not here to be oh-so-philosophical. I'm just here to bring a bit of craziness into your life (and also to make you question your life - but not in a philosophical way, let's face it, philosophy ain't my thaing).

I have been questioning my life of late. Not in the way you think - I'm not morbid nor have I ever been - but what I've been asking myself is "what on earth have I been doing for the past 3 years?" Sure, I've finally realized that I am not cut out for anything science related (just ask my school report card) and sure, I'm not cut out for the psychologist/behaviour analyst position that I had in my head and sure, I've realized how much I love literature. Classic, modern, ultra-modern (Meg Cabot?), sci-fi, romantic, Victorian... I can't remember the last time I wasn't in the middle of a book (excluding the times when I finish a book and start the next one). But nah, that's not what I discovered in the past three years.

I've spent a very confusing year trying out so many things and imagining what my future career would be. Journalist? No way. Radio presenter? Maybe someday. Broadcast news anchor? In your dreams. Advertising? Shoot me first. Author? Not creative enough.
This has left me with one path (which itself has a million different areas of specialization). Films.

Of course.

Gosh darn it. Where do I begin? What would I do without movies? Imagine if Tim Burton had never existed. The horror! Ok, so I'm a bit biased, since the guy's like my favouritest director in the whole wide world. What would YOU do without Hitchcock? Without Woody Allen? Peter Jackson? George Lucas? SS?

Maybe your life doesn't revolve around movies as much as mine does. You probably think I'm a silly little geek who sits in front of her computer with her nose two inches from the screen and drools over Hugh Jackman (I've never done that before, why do you ask?). But I've considered all my options and I believe I have reached a reasonable decision. The following are careers I just may consider:
a) Script writer
b) Film Editor
c) Camera-person
d) Director

And that's when I start questioning my life again.

I tells ya, these questions shall never leave this large yet malfunctioning brain of mine.

Till we meet again, fare thee well, me muchachos.

Yup, I'm aware that the word muchacho is being used quite incorrectly.

A New Begining (how cheezy can I get?)

2008-11-21T17:11:00.002+04:00

I've always wanted to start a blog. In fact, I've created at least two blogger accounts in the last 4 years, always trying to start but failing miserably. Why? Darn you, I don't know! Who can fathom the mind of an almost 20-something person of the female variety who spends her days watching films, reading books and playing cards, a.k.a Juhi J. Roddam?

I can't, that's for sure. It sucks more because it's me we're talking about here. Just stating the obvious, of course.

Nehoo, I've always wanted to start a blog (repetition!). Not so that I can ramble on about my day so far (shoot me if I ever do start doing that!), but so that I can share my oh-so-intellectual views about our society (and I promise it won't sound like a certain Mr. Issic's class). Of course, I'll be reviewing books, movies, songs and artists, the weather (it does need a critic, look at the state it's in!) as well as certain brands of chewing-gum (first thing that came into my head) and the reasons why I'm passionate about certain things. Of course, it's entirely up to you if you want to read my incessant yet pointless ramblings. No hard feelings - even I sometimes can't stand what I write, so you'll have company. :)

So, that's about it for my first post. I've sort of "introduced" you to my style of writing (I honestly know no other style) and the topics I may or may not touch upon in this particular blog. All I can leave you with now is a very clichéd "Happy Reading" and take care!