Mom and Hollywood

My Mom hates Hollywood. Period.

O.K, to give you a little background, I must tell you about the equation I share with my mom. She has a mind of her own. Strong Opinions – carefully made – rarely wrong - that’s mom. She had tried to inculcate that in me. Only I stopped at the mind-of-my-own part. And I now have too much of that. I am detached. I don’t have opinion on anything. Why do you think with so much happening, brother in arm etc, I am still blogging about my personal life?

Anyway, as I was saying I don’t have opinion on most things. I debate for the away team. Because there is no fun if you actually agree.

You: This is good.

ME: Yes, it is.

You: umm.. aaa

Me: umm .. aaa J

End of conversation. No Fun.

Now that you know I would tell you about the shortest conversation I have had with my mom.

As I said. She hates Hollywood. She says – “I can’t relate with the characters, their faces are emotionless - flushed, they throw things away when in distress, they shout, nothing ... eeeee just nothing is in them to which I can relate eeee “

OK OK

I made her watch The Beautiful Mind long time ago. She liked it.

Now I am home after a long time. And with so much of advocates & advocacy coming on TV these days I thought I would be good to watch The Devil’s Advocate (DA). I had seen it a long time ago and don’t remember any bit of it. But I thought it would be about some advocates who go like – “My client is under shock, mental shock. This shooting was not planned. It was a spur of the moment.”

I wonder. So there are people who carry their guns everywhere they go. (Nothing intended – not even pun)

So, here we are – my mom & me and The Devil’s Advocate. And so it starts.

It starts with a courtroom hearing of a child molester.

*Eyes wide* we can get past this. We have gone past MMSes and even discussed the moral thread of society. This is just one of those things.

DA: “…I was confused and he just kept on -- with his hand -- moving it -- under my dress -- higher and higher...”

*Please don’t… Please don’t describe what he did.*

*Don’t look at mom* *cool* *cool* *say something* *say anything*

DA: “Is this game sexual in nature?

(Pause)

Is this game SEXUAL in nature?”

o oh!

I keep looking at TV in a blasé manner. And the bloody Devil’s advocate keeps going. They are now pouring tequilas. This could not be good.

This is no dance - It a drunken attempt at something to do with lowe-making - Very distastefully done as they say in Bollywood. Please stop biting her ear Kevin she is on the phone.

O Oh!

End of story. I switch off the movie. Tell her I would watch it later. Nothing is said. Everything is understood. If you have to watch these semi-nude piece of art / good movie (as you say) watch it at your own time. Tch tch.

She goes of to her clinic. I switch to Eric Cartman for support.

“Aye monkey, bad monkey.” – Smack on the head.

The only consolation is that there are people who have gone beyond me. ;)