We went to see Om Shanti Om this Sunday, and had a lovely time. The Hindi movie wasn't subtitled, a tricky subject in India, where there are 23 official languages (I kid you not), but since it was largely a spoof, however glamorously costumed, of Bollywood movies, we didn't really need the subtitles. Shahrukh Khan was adorable, guppy face and all (Irene's friend Mehali pointed out that anytime he emotes, he looks like a guppy), the clothes are fun and the songs even more exciting. But, at the risk of delving into territory Irene covers far more thoroughly and with better wit, I have to say that Farah Khan's second movie as a director reminded me of what the critics said about Ocean's Twelve: that it was too self-conscious for its own good. The title number is actually just an excuse to do a who's who in Bollywood, and all because they're friends of the star or director. It's fun to see, but at close to 10 minutes, goes on for a bit too long.

But the theatre was packed and we all had lots of fun. Even if David and I didn't understand the more detailed aspects of the plot.

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