Put your hand up if you loved Slumdog Millionaire but then cursed that bloody Jai Ho fucking remix with the Pussycat Dolls and were shocked (and annoyed) about the Bollywood Hero American Television Show Dance in Times Square and are now miffed at the sudden surge of Indian psuedoculture in Western cinema and dislike the smell of representation and cultural production, oversimplification and culture as a resource.
P.S. I love Lisa Ray. Ever since Kasoor and who cares if her Hindi was dubbed. She rocks my world.
About Me
- Stella
- I came. I saw. I yawned. I deliberated. I laughed. I cried. I spoke. I yelled. I felt. I empathized. I travelled. I was amazed. I ate. I raged. I fell sick. I synthesized. I held an opinion. I painted. I wrote. I voted. I fell servant. I commanded. I articulated. I broke down. I shared another's pain. I held hands. I kissed. I loved. I was loved. I have yet to conquer.
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