damned brands

if you are a brand-conscious person like i used to be [not that i am not so now but there have been discounts in the favour of quality at some instances], then probably you would grow on to appreciate movies like kill bill volume 1 & 2, because:-

1. it had uma thurman
2. it was a colour-riot
3. it had one of the most haunting yet impacting opening numbers
4. it had a good background music

you wonder while watching the volume 1, what in the dear world would it take to bring you in to watch the volume number 2. but tarantino is a brand that has classics such as reservoir dogs and pulp fiction under its name.

anyways, something else is the inspiration for this post.

anil recommended me this movie earlier so i had an inkling that it might be not the pleasantest of the movies but tarantino's name at the very start ensured that i was going to go through it. probably a wrong decision.

- the first surprise came as boobs. if the movie need couple of sets of [stunning] boobs to get people hooked then you should switch off as soon as you are done watching the girls.

- the title of the movie reminded of the joke that went like: a boy had memorised the essay 'my best friend'. and when the question paper asks the boys to write an essay on 'my father', he incredulously pivots the essay on the content of the one he memorised, starting with i have many fathers but ramesh is my best father. there was no significance of the hostel in the movie except that they meet the bad guys [and those hotties] through hostels they stay in - quite loose.

the latest crappy surprise is that the same director is making a sequel - apparently the prequel was successful [i plan to watch it by the way. why? it has four beautiful women instead of two in the new one ;)].