Dec. 7th, 2007 11:19 pm
NetFlix = lame
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monshu was in need of some escapism tonight and we thought Ong Bak: The Thai warrior would be just the ticket. But they fucked us again: It wouldn't play either on the DVD player or his computer. That's two discs out of the last seven. I seriously suggested testing each one that comes in so we can send back the duds immediately. He'd already watched Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds which he said was "okay". Now if the GWO tells you that a gay sex comedy was "okay", then you know it sucked; good thing I dodged that bullet. That left Dil Āpnā Panjābī, which I knew would be no Vāris Shāh but had hopes for all the same. Unfortunately, the broad village comedy (oh, those rascally boys! Always stealing corns and being forced to imitate chickens!) soon grew tedious for monshu, so we fast-forwarded to the dance sequences, but even they weren't all that and a basket of roti. He called it a night and I plopped myself down in front of the Littlest God to watch an Irish-language short instead.
I read something earlier today which claimed that the nine songs on the Ramones Rock 'n' Roll High School have between them all only 200 distinct words. If we're allowed to count all inflected forms of a single lexeme as a single "word" for this purpose, then that seems a likely ballpark figure for almost the entire bhangra songbook. Heck, take bhangṛā, muṇḍā, kuṛī, nācṇā, išq, yār, pagg, Panjāb(ī), and a handful of interjections and function words and you've got half the lexicon right there. Not that I'm really complaining--after all, I started learning Panjabi in order to sing along to my favourite bhangra numbers. But it did meanmonshu spent a lot of time reading the subtitles and grumbling "These lyrics don't make any sense." Trust me, big guy, it's not that much different in the original.
monshu was in need of some escapism tonight and we thought Ong Bak: The Thai warrior would be just the ticket. But they fucked us again: It wouldn't play either on the DVD player or his computer. That's two discs out of the last seven. I seriously suggested testing each one that comes in so we can send back the duds immediately. He'd already watched Eating Out 2: Sloppy Seconds which he said was "okay". Now if the GWO tells you that a gay sex comedy was "okay", then you know it sucked; good thing I dodged that bullet. That left Dil Āpnā Panjābī, which I knew would be no Vāris Shāh but had hopes for all the same. Unfortunately, the broad village comedy (oh, those rascally boys! Always stealing corns and being forced to imitate chickens!) soon grew tedious for monshu, so we fast-forwarded to the dance sequences, but even they weren't all that and a basket of roti. He called it a night and I plopped myself down in front of the Littlest God to watch an Irish-language short instead.I read something earlier today which claimed that the nine songs on the Ramones Rock 'n' Roll High School have between them all only 200 distinct words. If we're allowed to count all inflected forms of a single lexeme as a single "word" for this purpose, then that seems a likely ballpark figure for almost the entire bhangra songbook. Heck, take bhangṛā, muṇḍā, kuṛī, nācṇā, išq, yār, pagg, Panjāb(ī), and a handful of interjections and function words and you've got half the lexicon right there. Not that I'm really complaining--after all, I started learning Panjabi in order to sing along to my favourite bhangra numbers. But it did mean
monshu spent a lot of time reading the subtitles and grumbling "These lyrics don't make any sense." Trust me, big guy, it's not that much different in the original.Tags: