Maybe it was the bad sound and bad camera print and lack of coke and popcorn, but the movie version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was terrible. Not bad, not ok, terrible. It was as bad as The Prisoner of Azkaban.
There were many things bad about the movie.
The way it started, for one thing. They completely cut out the World cup! Maybe the bootleg version didn't have it but still... And I didn't see Winky at all. Not once. No Ludo Bagman either. WTF?
The dragons were good. The underwater rescue was ok. The maze was totally fucked up. No sphinx, no Boggart, no dementor, nothing. I am going to see it when I go to Chennai again. Get a good print. I am hoping all of this got cut out from the version I saw. Hoping it will make the DVD version.
Voldie looked ok. A little too grey. Cho does not look like that. No freakin' way. The Weasleys need to get hair cuts. Cedric looked good. All handsome and Hufflepuffy. Ron's dress robes were hilarious. The Dark Mark was awful. Itwasn't even green! Voldemort's speech after his resuscitation is one of the best things about the book and it was barely there! They showed only Lucius Malfoy. No Dolohov, Nott, Crabbe, Doyle, et al. I have read the books way too many times.
It was as if they took all the good parts of the books, which actually gave it substance and deliberately cut it out. I am very upset.
My version of the movie is a lot better. When I read the book, I visualised the whole thing. This movie does not live up to that.
Neville is way taller than Harry, even taller than Ron. It's weird. he's not even plump anymore. Draco Malfoy is his platinum self. The Amazing Bouncing Ferret scene atleast made the cut.
The weird dance thingy that the Beauxbaxtons do, and the staff stomping thing that the Durmstrangs do... where did that come from? And since when was the french school all female and the bulgarian school all male?? The guy has taken way too much creative license. I don't mind if they take a book, change everything and make a good movie. It's only when they change a good book into a bad movie that I have a problem.
I also saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Thats an example of a good book made into an entertaining movie. Dumb yes, but it atleast helped pass time. Maybe the good print and sound helped.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
I have had too many Consumer Behavior classes this week. My brain is going numb. The man says the same thing over and over again, and he seems to think we are all to dumb to understand. Not that we are all very intelligent, but what he has to say dosen't require even a 2 digit IQ. A frog or a stone could understand him.
I saw the first 20 mins of Saw. It took gross to new levels. I can't believe people saw Saw and then saw Saw 2 too. (Wasn't that a nice sentence!)
My grossness-tolerance seems to be very low these days.
I saw bits and pieces of a Russel Peters show. For those of you who don't know, he is a Indian-Canadian (or is it Canadian-Indian?) comedien. He's not very funny after the first 15 mins. He makes the same sexist, racist jokes all the time. They are funny, but not for 50 mins at a stretch.
What motivates you to study? Fear? The utter joy of gaining knowledge? Competition? The threat of Pain if you don't? Lack of better things to do?
My throat feels like somebody is rubbing it non-stop with sand paper and then pouring alcohol on the scratched area. It hurts when I swallow, when I breathe, when I speak and even if I don't do any of the above.
My nose was hurting yesterday. The bridge of my nose. I didn't know it could hurt there. When I told someone, he told me it was probably solidified snot. Ugh. I didn't need to hear that when I was having dinner (Which was otherwise very good, both food-wise, company-wise and conversation-wise).
Tada.
I saw the first 20 mins of Saw. It took gross to new levels. I can't believe people saw Saw and then saw Saw 2 too. (Wasn't that a nice sentence!)
My grossness-tolerance seems to be very low these days.
I saw bits and pieces of a Russel Peters show. For those of you who don't know, he is a Indian-Canadian (or is it Canadian-Indian?) comedien. He's not very funny after the first 15 mins. He makes the same sexist, racist jokes all the time. They are funny, but not for 50 mins at a stretch.
What motivates you to study? Fear? The utter joy of gaining knowledge? Competition? The threat of Pain if you don't? Lack of better things to do?
My throat feels like somebody is rubbing it non-stop with sand paper and then pouring alcohol on the scratched area. It hurts when I swallow, when I breathe, when I speak and even if I don't do any of the above.
My nose was hurting yesterday. The bridge of my nose. I didn't know it could hurt there. When I told someone, he told me it was probably solidified snot. Ugh. I didn't need to hear that when I was having dinner (Which was otherwise very good, both food-wise, company-wise and conversation-wise).
Tada.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
134
This is post #134 in case you were wondering.
Have you ever wondered about music genres? I would have sworn Avril Lavigne (sp?) was Pop but according to Yahoo Messenger;s LaunchCast, she and Michelle Branch are Adult Alternative. Why Adult? and Alternative to what? Before those two, they played Coldplay. I can't believe they'd put these three in the same category. I don't generally give a shit about categories but when I am bored with the songs on my comp (all 6gb of them) and turn to launchcast, I don't want to listen to Michelle Branch.
That Vonage ad is also very irritating.
Gorillaz is apparently Rock. I give up. I like their videos, I can't just listen to them. And who's 311?
I read somewhere that they are making a movie of 50 cent's life. Should be interesting. Will it be like a 2hour version of THS: 50 Cent? Or like 8 mile, with that green tint and all?
Ah finally! System of a Down.
Coffee Day was packed today. Nobody in this town/city has anything to do. It was a good 1 hour there. 3 coffees, one sandwich and Here Comes The Sun by Tom Holt later, I came back to my room to find that somebody else is doing the case analysis and I have nothing to do. Again. I think I'll go read those old editions of Economist and Time Magazine a second time.
I like Green Day. They have a very irreverent attitude.
My fever just spiked and my hands are feeling very cold. I have to go and dig my quilt out. Farewell folks. This cold and fever could be the end of me. If I don;t make it, think of me when you drink filter coffee and eat chocolate. Sayanora.
Have you ever wondered about music genres? I would have sworn Avril Lavigne (sp?) was Pop but according to Yahoo Messenger;s LaunchCast, she and Michelle Branch are Adult Alternative. Why Adult? and Alternative to what? Before those two, they played Coldplay. I can't believe they'd put these three in the same category. I don't generally give a shit about categories but when I am bored with the songs on my comp (all 6gb of them) and turn to launchcast, I don't want to listen to Michelle Branch.
That Vonage ad is also very irritating.
Gorillaz is apparently Rock. I give up. I like their videos, I can't just listen to them. And who's 311?
I read somewhere that they are making a movie of 50 cent's life. Should be interesting. Will it be like a 2hour version of THS: 50 Cent? Or like 8 mile, with that green tint and all?
Ah finally! System of a Down.
Coffee Day was packed today. Nobody in this town/city has anything to do. It was a good 1 hour there. 3 coffees, one sandwich and Here Comes The Sun by Tom Holt later, I came back to my room to find that somebody else is doing the case analysis and I have nothing to do. Again. I think I'll go read those old editions of Economist and Time Magazine a second time.
I like Green Day. They have a very irreverent attitude.
My fever just spiked and my hands are feeling very cold. I have to go and dig my quilt out. Farewell folks. This cold and fever could be the end of me. If I don;t make it, think of me when you drink filter coffee and eat chocolate. Sayanora.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
grasshoppers
I just got out of a bloody cold shower. Cold showers are not my favorite form of shower. They are actually my 2nd least favorite form of shower, narrowly beaten by having no shower at all, due to a lack of water, time or inclintion. But this post is not about the horrors of a cold shower. Not at all. It is about having a cold shower, when there are TWO BLOODY GRASSHOPPERS in the bathroom! No, there was no actual blood involved. But it was close. So close.
I was having a nice shower, with hot water and all, when I felt something on my leg. I thought it was soap?, or maybe shampoo foam(?). But no, when I kicked my leg out (and hit the damn wall in front of me), something landed with a faint noise on my left. Foam and bubbles don't make noise. And they definitely don't follow up the landing noise with more jumping around noises. After the soap was successfully washed off my face and braving the shampoo trickling down my head, I peeked. And there it was. A 4 inch long green grasshopper. I hate these things. I didn't know that grasshoppers could fly, until I got here. They are called grassHOPPERS not flyers; why do they have to fly?? Somebody please make them stop. They are so annoying. Anyway, this one landed near the drain and seemed to be playing this game of hop a little, fly a little, hop some more... Ugh. Then it was joined by another green monster. And they proceeded to fight. They were hopping, jumping, flying all over the tiny bathroom while I WAS TRYING TO BATHE! Damn nuisances. By then, in my trying to swat them, avoid them, kill them, all the hot water had run out and I was stuck with a cold shower.
Maybe it wasn't a fight. Maybe it was the green green grasshopper mating dance of tag or whatever. I don't care. Not when I'm bathing. They settled down somewhere near the ceiling. I am too vision impaired to see that far so I just proceeded to get out of there before I was bombarded by more grasshopper missiles.
Damn cold showers.
Double damn grasshoppers.
P.s. I don't think grasshoppers have blood in the normal RED sense of the word. I have seen squashed grasshoppers here and they are all surrounded by something colourless and liquid. Maybe they have colourless blood. And they go crunch when somebody steps on them.
I was having a nice shower, with hot water and all, when I felt something on my leg. I thought it was soap?, or maybe shampoo foam(?). But no, when I kicked my leg out (and hit the damn wall in front of me), something landed with a faint noise on my left. Foam and bubbles don't make noise. And they definitely don't follow up the landing noise with more jumping around noises. After the soap was successfully washed off my face and braving the shampoo trickling down my head, I peeked. And there it was. A 4 inch long green grasshopper. I hate these things. I didn't know that grasshoppers could fly, until I got here. They are called grassHOPPERS not flyers; why do they have to fly?? Somebody please make them stop. They are so annoying. Anyway, this one landed near the drain and seemed to be playing this game of hop a little, fly a little, hop some more... Ugh. Then it was joined by another green monster. And they proceeded to fight. They were hopping, jumping, flying all over the tiny bathroom while I WAS TRYING TO BATHE! Damn nuisances. By then, in my trying to swat them, avoid them, kill them, all the hot water had run out and I was stuck with a cold shower.
Maybe it wasn't a fight. Maybe it was the green green grasshopper mating dance of tag or whatever. I don't care. Not when I'm bathing. They settled down somewhere near the ceiling. I am too vision impaired to see that far so I just proceeded to get out of there before I was bombarded by more grasshopper missiles.
Damn cold showers.
Double damn grasshoppers.
P.s. I don't think grasshoppers have blood in the normal RED sense of the word. I have seen squashed grasshoppers here and they are all surrounded by something colourless and liquid. Maybe they have colourless blood. And they go crunch when somebody steps on them.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
dinner
We were waiting for our dinner when the following conversation happened.
Me: *something gross*
S (24 yr old female): Ugh! Your statements should come with a PG warning!
V (22 yr old male): Huh? S, you are old enough to be a P yourself. (He then paused when he realised how gross that sounded and then continued) You are old enough to give some G yourself! ... and the conversation went on...
This reminded me of a similar setting a while ago when some of us were debating something of absolutely no importance when this "P" issue came up. At this juncture, somebody piped up with "The English pee or the Tamil pee?". And all burst out laughing. The letter P is so versatile. That is why I hate it when somebody calls me M.P. or Meera P. They always follow it up with a snigger. Dolts. My parents actually signed me up in school as Meera P. So basically, every roll call was a torture. I made things a lot better when I signed up for the 10th board exams with the full name. Even then, people with limited intelligence and a 6yr old sense of humour really piss me off with this Meera P. nonsense.
Maybe this bothers me a little too much. After all, what's in a name? Right? Yeah right. A rose is a rose is a rose but only somebody with a bad name knows the pain. I love my name; it's the P after it that stinks.
Me: *something gross*
S (24 yr old female): Ugh! Your statements should come with a PG warning!
V (22 yr old male): Huh? S, you are old enough to be a P yourself. (He then paused when he realised how gross that sounded and then continued) You are old enough to give some G yourself! ... and the conversation went on...
This reminded me of a similar setting a while ago when some of us were debating something of absolutely no importance when this "P" issue came up. At this juncture, somebody piped up with "The English pee or the Tamil pee?". And all burst out laughing. The letter P is so versatile. That is why I hate it when somebody calls me M.P. or Meera P. They always follow it up with a snigger. Dolts. My parents actually signed me up in school as Meera P. So basically, every roll call was a torture. I made things a lot better when I signed up for the 10th board exams with the full name. Even then, people with limited intelligence and a 6yr old sense of humour really piss me off with this Meera P. nonsense.
Maybe this bothers me a little too much. After all, what's in a name? Right? Yeah right. A rose is a rose is a rose but only somebody with a bad name knows the pain. I love my name; it's the P after it that stinks.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
?
I have an assignment that has been postponed so often that nobody knows when it has to be submitted. Other than that, I have one more project to be done tomorrow. And then, pretty much nothing else for a while. The midterm schedule came out a while ago and I found out that none of my courses have midterms. Yay! So basically, when some people are slogging their asses off, I'm free! This is so much better than being free when everybody else is also free. Now, i get to be free and gloat about it to the other idiots who aren't! Ideal situation.
Nothing much other than that. Went out for dinner. Had biriyani and dal and raitha and soup. I have a splitting headache adnd I feel like I'm dying. It feels like their are these tiny people behind my eyes and they are simultaneously trying to poke my eyes with red hot rods and hit my skull with hammers. It hurts. Really hurts.
Now I have to go and figure out what to do for this other submission.
Nothing much other than that. Went out for dinner. Had biriyani and dal and raitha and soup. I have a splitting headache adnd I feel like I'm dying. It feels like their are these tiny people behind my eyes and they are simultaneously trying to poke my eyes with red hot rods and hit my skull with hammers. It hurts. Really hurts.
Now I have to go and figure out what to do for this other submission.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Happy Diwali
There is a very muted rumbling of crackers all around. A lot less noise than I am used to during Diwali.
I haven't burst crackers since 10th std. There was this major anti-child labour movement in Tamil Nadu at that time and the pictures in the papers really grossed me out. Since then, we haven't had crackers at home. A couple of weeks ago, in one of my classes, we were discussing child labour and how according to Indian law, children under 14 can't be employed. The prof was pro-child labour and said stuff about how it was a lot worse for the children without the work. I don't know how I feel about it. On one hand, I know that conditions are awful, that children should go to school and have a childhood and everything, but on the other, I can't help feeling that if they were not working in factories and farms and as domestic help, they would definitely not be in school and unless somebody can find a way to get them to school, I don't think the whole 'child labour is bad' issue will ever get resolved. Every Diwali I think about this and the rest of the time, I'm too caught up in my little life to really care.
I had 3 classes today! 3! I only attended one but still... What were they thinking! Keeping classes on Diwali?! There was the usual mumbling about how they'll never have classes on Christmas but they don't mind bugging us during Diwali. I don't know how true that is but I definitely wouldn't have minded having the day off. Not because of Diwali; any undeserved break is a good thing.
I have had the music playing till now with the speakers turned off. I wondered what the problem was - checked the port, checked the settings but didn't check the speaker itself. These things happen far too often with me. This morning, on my way to breakfast, I realised that I had on chappals of two different pairs! I am so happy I realised it before anybody saw me. Imagine the embarrasment!
Happy Diwali folks! Think of me when you have sweets. I will probably go out for dinner. I am not subjecting myself to the horrors of the "Special Diwali Dinner" at the mess tonight. My poor stomach commit suicide. Would that be like Harakiri? Are Harakiri and Seppuku the same thing?
p.s. Chad Kroeger of Nickelback has the nicest voice I have heard in a long time.
I haven't burst crackers since 10th std. There was this major anti-child labour movement in Tamil Nadu at that time and the pictures in the papers really grossed me out. Since then, we haven't had crackers at home. A couple of weeks ago, in one of my classes, we were discussing child labour and how according to Indian law, children under 14 can't be employed. The prof was pro-child labour and said stuff about how it was a lot worse for the children without the work. I don't know how I feel about it. On one hand, I know that conditions are awful, that children should go to school and have a childhood and everything, but on the other, I can't help feeling that if they were not working in factories and farms and as domestic help, they would definitely not be in school and unless somebody can find a way to get them to school, I don't think the whole 'child labour is bad' issue will ever get resolved. Every Diwali I think about this and the rest of the time, I'm too caught up in my little life to really care.
I had 3 classes today! 3! I only attended one but still... What were they thinking! Keeping classes on Diwali?! There was the usual mumbling about how they'll never have classes on Christmas but they don't mind bugging us during Diwali. I don't know how true that is but I definitely wouldn't have minded having the day off. Not because of Diwali; any undeserved break is a good thing.
I have had the music playing till now with the speakers turned off. I wondered what the problem was - checked the port, checked the settings but didn't check the speaker itself. These things happen far too often with me. This morning, on my way to breakfast, I realised that I had on chappals of two different pairs! I am so happy I realised it before anybody saw me. Imagine the embarrasment!
Happy Diwali folks! Think of me when you have sweets. I will probably go out for dinner. I am not subjecting myself to the horrors of the "Special Diwali Dinner" at the mess tonight. My poor stomach commit suicide. Would that be like Harakiri? Are Harakiri and Seppuku the same thing?
p.s. Chad Kroeger of Nickelback has the nicest voice I have heard in a long time.
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