So, one thing you need to know about K. and S. is that they both love sloppy, cheesy, colorful as macaws, makes-me-wanna-rip-off-my-arm-and-eat-it-movies. Movies meant for pure torture on the human intellect made by what I can only believe is a singular specimen in a category of zombies that take pleasure in consuming human brains that have first been baked, fried and mashed... I mean the giggling, the songs that sound like a parody of poems taken out of a child's kindergarten book, the bovine damsel in distress and the stupid knight in sweaty armor... Where I am concerned, these movies belong in torture museums with your spiky chairs, thorny collars and whatnot...
Now, S. and I love horror movies. Its like a drug rush; we stay up all night, cuddle with popcorn and then when its dawn and the movie is over we go over the finer, more gory points (for instance the time when the protagonist went to the bathroom/ kitchen/ creepy backyard with the weird trees and the spirit/ faceless fiend was lurking just behind the door)... And the next night, we have our lights on and we wake each other up before each night-time bathroom visit.
So, basically, S. enjoys both worlds. If he wants to see an atrocity he can go with K. and for a cool night of creepy videos with burning trees, little girl spirits that refuse to die and ectoplasms issuing out of a camera, he has me.
The thing about K. is, she HATES horror. Can't abide by it... Even the Ramsay brothers can scare her...The sight of a bloody hand, a hanging body, a beastly ghouly or obviously haunted ruins can give her sleepless nights.
Torture talkies began like this: S. and I wanted to see Paranormal Activity and we insisted that K. join us. She agreed provided I sat through Hum Aapke Hain Kaun. I must say though, K. has a braver soul than mine. I COULD NOT sit through that mulch. At one point I actually went to the bathroom and read all the labels on shampoos, oils and whatnots just so I wouldn't have to go back out there and watch that.
K. braved Paranormal Activity quite well, though she told us later that she didn't see most of it. She was...well, lets not go into what she was doing... But she sat through it all the same...
Well, the barter worked well... I got Raat and Darna Zaroori Hai in exchange for part of Hum Saath Saath Hain and most of Maine Pyar Kiya. I realize that it sounds like I got a bargain, having had to watch these only in parts, but I maintain that 1 hour of any of these would have been greatly appreciated by the monarchs of yore who established the Spanish Inquisition. Also, K. fell asleep halfway through Raat...Although to be honest I downed a pint of beer and I don't quite remember how many rum-and-cokes before sitting down for Maine Pyar Kiya...I think at one point there was something blue in my drink that tasted like nail-paint...
Torture talkies were fun for S., a pain for sometimes me and sometimes K., but they always were a hoot-and-a-half... The up-shot is that I am singularly grateful that Bollywood of the 90s is over and done with and K. probably has a higher tolerance for horror :D
Now, S. and I love horror movies. Its like a drug rush; we stay up all night, cuddle with popcorn and then when its dawn and the movie is over we go over the finer, more gory points (for instance the time when the protagonist went to the bathroom/ kitchen/ creepy backyard with the weird trees and the spirit/ faceless fiend was lurking just behind the door)... And the next night, we have our lights on and we wake each other up before each night-time bathroom visit.
So, basically, S. enjoys both worlds. If he wants to see an atrocity he can go with K. and for a cool night of creepy videos with burning trees, little girl spirits that refuse to die and ectoplasms issuing out of a camera, he has me.
The thing about K. is, she HATES horror. Can't abide by it... Even the Ramsay brothers can scare her...The sight of a bloody hand, a hanging body, a beastly ghouly or obviously haunted ruins can give her sleepless nights.
Torture talkies began like this: S. and I wanted to see Paranormal Activity and we insisted that K. join us. She agreed provided I sat through Hum Aapke Hain Kaun. I must say though, K. has a braver soul than mine. I COULD NOT sit through that mulch. At one point I actually went to the bathroom and read all the labels on shampoos, oils and whatnots just so I wouldn't have to go back out there and watch that.
K. braved Paranormal Activity quite well, though she told us later that she didn't see most of it. She was...well, lets not go into what she was doing... But she sat through it all the same...
Well, the barter worked well... I got Raat and Darna Zaroori Hai in exchange for part of Hum Saath Saath Hain and most of Maine Pyar Kiya. I realize that it sounds like I got a bargain, having had to watch these only in parts, but I maintain that 1 hour of any of these would have been greatly appreciated by the monarchs of yore who established the Spanish Inquisition. Also, K. fell asleep halfway through Raat...Although to be honest I downed a pint of beer and I don't quite remember how many rum-and-cokes before sitting down for Maine Pyar Kiya...I think at one point there was something blue in my drink that tasted like nail-paint...
Torture talkies were fun for S., a pain for sometimes me and sometimes K., but they always were a hoot-and-a-half... The up-shot is that I am singularly grateful that Bollywood of the 90s is over and done with and K. probably has a higher tolerance for horror :D
