Chak De India, Why Why Love, and Bednaya Nastya, Hot men of the world, unite.
Went with smartylibrarian and tatterpunk to see Chak De India today.
Wow.
WOW.
It's a story of a ragtag women's field hockey team and their haunted, stern coach.
I never thought I'd love it in a million years, as I hate sports movies, and this also had no love story whatsoever. But. BUT. OMG. It was amazing. I was hyper, I was cheering, I was applauding, and I cried when Shahrukh Khan cried. I am so in awe of the man, not just because of this being one of his best performances (and that's a high bar), or because he looked incredibly amazing, but because it was the most feminist, incredibly assertive (but not a bit shrilly) of women being equal to men in every way. He always makes feminist movies, doesn't he? I love him SO MUCH.
I am going to have a detailed write-up when I am more awake, but run, don't walk to see this.
I have also finished ep 8 of Why Why Love so expect caps and meta later.
And to finish it off, a daily dose of Russian emo drama :) Browsing youtube, I found out that Bednaya Nastya seems really popular. It has over 600 vids, and I found Finnish, Roumanian and Arabic subs clips on there (no English so far, no luck. Though as I said, if I find out I like it once my DVDs get here, I think it might be fun to sub, if I can find a timer as I have no idea how to time.)
I have been watching so many clips on youtube and I find it fun to post and translate them. Let's see if the urge continues, but for now there it is. I have no idea if clips I'll do are in any order, but when has it stopped me?
Now, as everyone knows, in addition to being drop-dead gorgeous and angsting beautifully, 19th century noblemen liked only one thing better than kissing th hands of the girls they are in love with. And what is that something? That's right, A DUEL. Bonus points if it's over a woman, and the guys fighting are former best friends. Hey, this worked on film since The Flesh and The Devil, and that was John Gilbert and friend, over Greta Garbo, all the way in the 1920s! (They get bonus points for the ice).
Anyway, our former two best friends, Vladimir and Michael, are about to shoot each other over our beauteous heroine Anna. One feels a certain amount of pity for both of them, especially our hero Vladimir, who seems mentally damaged, as Anna is his serf but instead of doing the thing I always understood 19th century Russian noblemen to do (i.e. if liking her, taking her against her will, and maybe giving her a house of her own if he feels nice. She should be thankful he didn't sell her!) he seems to express his feeling by falling madly in love and treating her like procelain and courting her and eventually (but not at this point) marrying her. Yeah, I like fairytales too.
Basically, hot guys fighting each other. Over love. What more do you need?
Anna interrupts the duel:
Anna: Vladimir. Stop. Stop, put down the gun. Vladmir, put down the gun or I will shoot.
V: Your care is very praiseworthy, madam. But there is the Code Duello so I must take my shot.
A: You won't take it.
V: Madam, I will.
Michael: Anna, Vladimir is right, you can't violate duelling rules.
A: Is murder done according to rules? Why are you both saying such nonsense? I told you, drop the gun or I will kill you.
V: Why are you waiting? Shoot. Aren't you going to kill me?
A: Drop the gun
V: (with the gun against his forehea) All you have to do is squeeze the trigger, and you get rid of a hated person forever.
M: Vladimir, get back to position.
V: We are not playing by the rules today. (to Anna) Come on, it's a mere movement of the finger.
A: Stop.
*Michael comes and grabs Vladimir's gun*
M: Anna, Vladimir forgot to tell you. His gun is empty, he deloped earlier [how can he tell??? Also, way to go, angsty main character].
V: Doctor, we won't need your help.
Doc: Praise be, then I am going home.
M: Why didn't you shoot?
V: I don't have to explain it. (to Anna) Your appearance finished it all off. You made your choice. And to kill the man you chose would have been really unfair on my part.
M: Vladimir, we wouldn't have been able to shoot at each other anyway.
V: I can't pretend I am happy for the both of you. You shot dead me anyhow, Anna.
A: But I didn't pull the trigger [is she mentally challenged?]
V: Nontheless, Baron Kurf is done for. All that's left is his last will. [these are her freedom papers OMG. I guess he thought he was going to die] Take these. Be happy.
V: Stop!
A: Michael.
M: What? What is there?
A: He gave me my freedom papers.
M: Thank you.
V: No need. Be happy.
M: Give me yor hand, I am so proud of you [argh, they are all being so noble I want to gag]
V: Last night I realized how much Anna loves you. If a woman is prepared to sacrfice like that, nothing will change her feeling.
M: What happened last night? [heeeeee]
V: Doesn't matter now. And all of today's farce had only one goal for me.
M: What?
V: For you to kill me. Remember, Michael. Nobility isn't always a good thing, sometimes it ruins things.
Vladimir after the duel. There is snow all over, but since this isn't a kdrama, he shall not freeze to death. Just be emo. Seriously, it's two minutes of hot angst:
Ghost of his Dad (I assume imagined, if not I'd call Buffy): It's hard for you today, my boy.
He: I thought I was hearing your voice, whenever I did something wrong.
Ghost: You don't need me any more.
He: I don't need anyone any more [what is he, a Goth centuries before they got invented?] I am going to live like a hermit, and not need much [OK, maybe he is 15?]
Ghost: Ehhh, you'll stop being blue, my friend. Don't be downcast, open champaigne bottles. [literally he says to shoot the champaigne bottle corks out to the ceiling. Dad used to to that :)]
He: Why did you come?
Ghost: To tell you I am proud of you.
He: So why am I feeling so awful? [Because you are a telenovela hero, duh]
Here is a vid. Luckily, it's a MV so I don't need to translate :) But it has two duels (man, Vladimir doesn't have a good life expectancy if he continues in this fashion, especially if one of the people he challenged is the Crown Prince) and a firing squad. All in a day's work for a hero :)
Anoher MV. I like being lazy:
Wow.
WOW.
It's a story of a ragtag women's field hockey team and their haunted, stern coach.
I never thought I'd love it in a million years, as I hate sports movies, and this also had no love story whatsoever. But. BUT. OMG. It was amazing. I was hyper, I was cheering, I was applauding, and I cried when Shahrukh Khan cried. I am so in awe of the man, not just because of this being one of his best performances (and that's a high bar), or because he looked incredibly amazing, but because it was the most feminist, incredibly assertive (but not a bit shrilly) of women being equal to men in every way. He always makes feminist movies, doesn't he? I love him SO MUCH.
I am going to have a detailed write-up when I am more awake, but run, don't walk to see this.
I have also finished ep 8 of Why Why Love so expect caps and meta later.
And to finish it off, a daily dose of Russian emo drama :) Browsing youtube, I found out that Bednaya Nastya seems really popular. It has over 600 vids, and I found Finnish, Roumanian and Arabic subs clips on there (no English so far, no luck. Though as I said, if I find out I like it once my DVDs get here, I think it might be fun to sub, if I can find a timer as I have no idea how to time.)
I have been watching so many clips on youtube and I find it fun to post and translate them. Let's see if the urge continues, but for now there it is. I have no idea if clips I'll do are in any order, but when has it stopped me?
Now, as everyone knows, in addition to being drop-dead gorgeous and angsting beautifully, 19th century noblemen liked only one thing better than kissing th hands of the girls they are in love with. And what is that something? That's right, A DUEL. Bonus points if it's over a woman, and the guys fighting are former best friends. Hey, this worked on film since The Flesh and The Devil, and that was John Gilbert and friend, over Greta Garbo, all the way in the 1920s! (They get bonus points for the ice).
Anyway, our former two best friends, Vladimir and Michael, are about to shoot each other over our beauteous heroine Anna. One feels a certain amount of pity for both of them, especially our hero Vladimir, who seems mentally damaged, as Anna is his serf but instead of doing the thing I always understood 19th century Russian noblemen to do (i.e. if liking her, taking her against her will, and maybe giving her a house of her own if he feels nice. She should be thankful he didn't sell her!) he seems to express his feeling by falling madly in love and treating her like procelain and courting her and eventually (but not at this point) marrying her. Yeah, I like fairytales too.
Basically, hot guys fighting each other. Over love. What more do you need?
Anna interrupts the duel:
Click to viewAnna: Vladimir. Stop. Stop, put down the gun. Vladmir, put down the gun or I will shoot.
V: Your care is very praiseworthy, madam. But there is the Code Duello so I must take my shot.
A: You won't take it.
V: Madam, I will.
Michael: Anna, Vladimir is right, you can't violate duelling rules.
A: Is murder done according to rules? Why are you both saying such nonsense? I told you, drop the gun or I will kill you.
V: Why are you waiting? Shoot. Aren't you going to kill me?
A: Drop the gun
V: (with the gun against his forehea) All you have to do is squeeze the trigger, and you get rid of a hated person forever.
M: Vladimir, get back to position.
V: We are not playing by the rules today. (to Anna) Come on, it's a mere movement of the finger.
A: Stop.
*Michael comes and grabs Vladimir's gun*
M: Anna, Vladimir forgot to tell you. His gun is empty, he deloped earlier [how can he tell??? Also, way to go, angsty main character].
V: Doctor, we won't need your help.
Doc: Praise be, then I am going home.
M: Why didn't you shoot?
V: I don't have to explain it. (to Anna) Your appearance finished it all off. You made your choice. And to kill the man you chose would have been really unfair on my part.
M: Vladimir, we wouldn't have been able to shoot at each other anyway.
V: I can't pretend I am happy for the both of you. You shot dead me anyhow, Anna.
A: But I didn't pull the trigger [is she mentally challenged?]
V: Nontheless, Baron Kurf is done for. All that's left is his last will. [these are her freedom papers OMG. I guess he thought he was going to die] Take these. Be happy.
V: Stop!
A: Michael.
M: What? What is there?
A: He gave me my freedom papers.
M: Thank you.
V: No need. Be happy.
M: Give me yor hand, I am so proud of you [argh, they are all being so noble I want to gag]
V: Last night I realized how much Anna loves you. If a woman is prepared to sacrfice like that, nothing will change her feeling.
M: What happened last night? [heeeeee]
V: Doesn't matter now. And all of today's farce had only one goal for me.
M: What?
V: For you to kill me. Remember, Michael. Nobility isn't always a good thing, sometimes it ruins things.
Vladimir after the duel. There is snow all over, but since this isn't a kdrama, he shall not freeze to death. Just be emo. Seriously, it's two minutes of hot angst:
Ghost of his Dad (I assume imagined, if not I'd call Buffy): It's hard for you today, my boy.
He: I thought I was hearing your voice, whenever I did something wrong.
Ghost: You don't need me any more.
He: I don't need anyone any more [what is he, a Goth centuries before they got invented?] I am going to live like a hermit, and not need much [OK, maybe he is 15?]
Ghost: Ehhh, you'll stop being blue, my friend. Don't be downcast, open champaigne bottles. [literally he says to shoot the champaigne bottle corks out to the ceiling. Dad used to to that :)]
He: Why did you come?
Ghost: To tell you I am proud of you.
He: So why am I feeling so awful? [Because you are a telenovela hero, duh]
Here is a vid. Luckily, it's a MV so I don't need to translate :) But it has two duels (man, Vladimir doesn't have a good life expectancy if he continues in this fashion, especially if one of the people he challenged is the Crown Prince) and a firing squad. All in a day's work for a hero :)
Anoher MV. I like being lazy: