There are days when I feel like tearing my hair out and never leave my flat. I’ll just return to the world when my hair grows out again. But following my better judgement, I’m going to have to recover from an agonisingly disappointing week for a couple of days with delicious cooking, fine entertainment on TV and coffee. So in the meantime, here are some stories that got me smiling (a little) the last few days.
Yours grumpily with love,
Nirpal Dhaliwal tears apart Amitabh Bachan’s huge ego in his piece, Slumdog Millionare could only been made by a Westerner:
The bitter truth is, Slumdog Millionaire could only have been made by westerners. The talent exists in India for such movies: much of it, like the brilliant actor Irrfan Khan, contributed to this film. But Bollywood producers, fixated with making flimsy films about the lives of the middle class, will never throw their weight behind such projects. Like Bachchan, they are too blind to what India really is to deal with it. Poor Indians, like those in Slumdog, do not constitute India’s “murky underbelly” as Bachchan moronically describes them. They, in fact, are the nation.
In Gaza and the liberal conscience V: The lessons for Malaysia, Farish Noor criqitues Malaysia’s love of instant economic gratification juxtaposed against the country’s decision to boycott American goods in protest over US support for Israel:
Understandably a large section of the Malaysian public is perturbed by all this talk of boycotts and are now panicking at the prospect of having their lifestyles compromised. What might happen, they wonder, if fast-food outlets selling junk food (and its not called junk food for nothing you know) are shut down? Worse still, what will happen to Malaysian workers if American companies start pulling out? And what will happen if the threat of boycotts come true?
Say farewell to Bush with a goodbye shoe at My Ecdysis:
Suppose another country invaded our land in the name of democracy and freedom, and through years and years of violence, shed blood on the bones of civilians and children who were never officially counted or reported about in the news. Might you, filled to the depths of your soul with death and injustice, throw your shoes?
Tammy Oler at Bitch actually saw Bride Wars and lived to tell the tale:
Bride Wars is tedious and the characters are the worst kind of cliches. All of the supporting female characters are miserable: bitterly and unhappily single, or bitterly and unhappliy married, or bitterly and unhappily divorced. The film’s narrator is a tyrannical wedding planner (played by Candice Bergen) who tells Liv and Emma, “A wedding marks the first day of the rest of your life. You have been dead until now.” In a smart satire, that kind of line would be hilarious critique; in Bride Wars, it’s an unfunny statement of the film’s retrograde politics. And on top of all of this, the film is pretty boring, too.
Sea kittens? They’re delicious! But seriously, does PETA really think that re-naming fish ‘sea kittens’ is going to end the mistreatment and eventual eating of those delightfully cute and furry creatures, whoops I mean, scaly and rather wet things? Ingrid Newkirk defends on the behalf of PETA:
We felt that when your name can also be used as a verb that means driving a hook through your head, it’s time for a serious image overhaul.