The Maanga

The problem with a prism is, its spectrum has two ends and therefore, eventually, gets reduced to a binary solution space.

Lack of a life is a demonstrable quantity that is measured by the quality of movies one watches over a weekend. Therefore, I watched American Gangster and My Left Foot[1]. 

Several people must have written several reviews of these movies. Though, it must be said, two decades and an ocean matter a huge deal and yet, they don’t. Somehow, story telling skill seems independent of the layer at which it’s being told. Actually, it isn’t – just that it progresses in a rather counter-intuitive way.

In other words, American Gangster makes one want to find fault. The way one blames evil corporations and rich people.

[1] – I also watched ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou’ and ‘Pyar ke side effects’. Just in case you want to give me a score.

One’s political opinions and contempt for the existing establishment have a place; that’s not in a story on the lovable Semicolon.

The linguist Noam Chomsky sniffed, “I suppose Bush would claim it’s the effect of No Child Left Behind.”