Sometimes I doubt your commitment to sparkle papadum
Fellow Timberteer Maria is visiting Singapore on her way to some important meeting. She and Belle ran off to Little India today. I had to work. It is left to me to memorialize their shopping trip, based on its products. What can I say?
My work is done. You, our readers, shall now compose the screenplay/libretto of a Bollywood musical, based on Donnie Darko. (Click for larger image.) Since I am an incorrigible Amazon whore I cannot refrain from noting that the director’s cut
JH, the guy who wrote donnie darko probably got his inspiration from that bunny after he ate one of their pepper-laced papads and spent the night trying to put out the fire in his mouth.
the
weakplain ones you display taste gritty if you microwave them. with the pepper ones, you are too distracted by the spiciness burning away your tongue to notice if they are gritty or not.that’s a condom, right?
You know, it’s kind of funny.
You know, it’s kind of sad . . .
The director’s cut of Donnie Darko is inferior to the theatrical release in at least one important respect: the music to the brilliant opening credits in the original version is Echo and the Bunnymen’s excellent The Killing Moon; in the director’s cut it’s some appalling crap by INXS.
JH: Which intellect is cool and unsympathetic, Belle’s, Maria’s, or yours?
Jimmy Doyle: The director’s cut is also vastly superior in one important respect: it was given away as a freebie on some random UK weekendbladet.
Thank you Jimmy for that invaluable information. I doubt that a Bollywood musical is necessary in this case as I remember the soundtrack as perfectly good already. BTW the same composer, whose name I forget, also provided some nice moments for last year’s Me and You and Everyone We Know.
These are fine papads and I laugh every time I take the package out of the bread box…
Incidentally, a toaster oven works better than the microwave. But you have to watch the papads like a hawk; they go from not-quite-done to char in a trice.
Note the instruction: to be fried or roasted before consumption.
Fried like Cheech & Chong, or perhaps roasted by the Friars?
More to the point, the Director’s Cut explains what’s better left unexplained. “Mystery? Who wants mystery when we have so much pseudoscience sitting on the shelf just begging for some screen time?”
Ah, the Bollywood version of Donnie Darko. Starring Govinda as an implausibly aged Donnie. Opens with scene of plucky Donnie fighting off some bullies who are tormenting his soon-to-be love-interest. Cut to montage of them dancing and singing and making googly-eyes. Introduce Donnie’s cute and loveable teenaged sister with – why not? – another song, also featuring Donnie’s venerable patriarch. Too bad Amrish Puri is dead.
[etc.]
Film concludes with Donnie time-traveling back to prevent the evil schoolteacher from raping his sister with a no-holds barred fistfight.
microwave? toaster? what happened to the good old-fashioned dry griddle on the stove top? crazy lah you.
Does the director’s cut version also have the original version included on the disc?
I think it goes nice with the especially weird Belgian (weird Belgian, an oxymoron?) Donnie Darko chocolate Easter Bunny that’s probably still lurking in your fridge.
As for our shopping trip, I am particularly pleased with the Chinese costume wine bottle dress thingie in Tipperary blue and yellow.