Much Ado about nothing

I pick this play by Shakespeare because people get worked out about something they feel passionate about when really it’s about ..pretty much nothing. Just like this entry, it’s actually about nothing. I just wanted to write and avoid doing work on a Saturday and maybe piss a few people along the way(Kidding!). It’s 8am by the way!I am still chewing with this tough piece of fact that I have been working throughout the last three weekends! So I am whining now but nothing can be done about it because I am such a wuss when it comes to refusing work. Ok..Let’s talk about last night. I went to see Manhattan (it’s a movie! for those of you who have stopped reading beyond this point) at the invitation of a dear friend whom I have neglected seeing for the past many moons. Anyway, it was a great movie. Seriously! A refreshing change from the contemporary mainstream ones. Gosh! It only took one night for me to sound like them. Geez! Anyway, I related differently from the other hard core fans of Woody Allen that were present for the show. I love seeing the familiar places which I had visited during my few visits to the city. The Village was one of them. It’s near NYU and that’s where most of the students hang out or buy their groceries.To see the fruit stall at the side of the road invoked nostalgic memories and central park ..aahh..those were the days where you can walk in the middle of the wee morning and enjoy the city lights and the creeping of the early morning sun without getting slaughtered or murdered. Nah..i’m kidding…am i? I can relate to the humor in the film very much so that there were some LOL moments during the screening. It was a funny movie. Isaac Davies is all talk. He is never lost for words. That is the fundamental principle of most Woody Allen’s movies- they are heavy on dialogues- that I figured it out the hard way…by watching themJ. I enjoyed myself and then after that Fraser- a diehard fan suggested that we go for coffee and chat. All four of us went and I was the rookie when it comes to Woody Allen. I have seen some of his movies but I don’t’ scrutinize every little details. I watch it for fun, entertainment and also to learn something new. I am quite receptive when it comes to learning new things. Anyway the conversation was ok and it went on for one hour plus before everyone started scramming towards one direction to remove their cars before the gate got close. After that I had to leave. It’s not that I don’t find the conversation which consisted of criticizing and scrutinizing the films and its industry, engaging. No..not that. It’s also not that I felt left out with all the jargons used to describe and pin point details of the mechanics of the films and direction. Nah…not that. It’s also not that the majority of the ideas are all about philosophizing critically about the film or films in general when a layman or a layperson like me would have just discuss about how entertaining it was or not or to discuss lightly the comparison of the film creators’ account about a particular issue or event to your own experiences and dreams and wishes and the sort. Or just enjoy talking about how fiction can become your reality and vice versa! No…not that…that I can live with. And I didn’t leave because no one..(when I refer to no one..it means me. It’s a Samson vs Goliath here) have the guts to stop time or risk offending her friends by blurting out hysterically the fact that people go watch movies is to be entertained and not to be given a visual Phd thesis for them to take back and dissect and crack the underlying code and motives. There are too many bad things going on in this world that most people who goes to the movie just don’t want to hear a short , almost bald man who has an opinion about everything chatter non stop. Where’s the fun in that? If they want that, they can just watch the news or listen to Al Gore. At least he is trying to make right, all the wrongs in this world. Wel..not that. I was being a bit emotional..the global warming issues always get to me. And it wasn’t also because you were contradicting yourselves, talking about local producers copying the works of their western counterparts. Khabir B’s Cinta mirrors Love Actually and he borrowed some lines from When harry Met Sally and yadda yadda.. I for one applauded such efforts. It’s a start and it’s a progress for our film industry. We are our own worst critics. When they do, you criticize, when they don’t, you say that the industry is not going anywhere. We are just starting indy now in full swing. I for one who watch a lot of movies since I was small but I’m not classified as a movie buff because I can’t use jargons like spoof, screenplay, cinematography or other movie related crap. Even when I have seen my first indy film in 1995 in New York, I am still a dim-witted pseudo-intellectual who pretends that she knows something but in actual fact, I know nuts as compared to all the other three. Why is Yasmin different when she is also guilty at borrowing some existing ideas from others in her much acclaimed work?(you might be laughing and rolling on the floor by this not so film-savvy question). Still that wasn’t the reason, I am tough cookie, I’m always up for a challenge, you have you film info and know-how and I have my own mumbo-jumbo to throw at you when I get cornered. No..that wasn’t why I left. It was not because it was reaching midnight and I need to adhere to my fairygodmom’s warning about me turning into a not so pretty lady and my Hondaywill turn into pumpkin . Noo..not that..it was because I had to pee! Ha! Gotta go and work now! See ya!