The trailer was very good - and I succumbed to the temptation. "We are going to see the movie "Kya Kool hai hum 3" today" I told my wife. "And 1st day, 1st show so we can boast about it on Facebook".
My wife gave me THE look - THE look that she has been giving me ever since I quit my job and started operating out of home. "Don't talk nonsense - it is a 3rd grade porn-com movie - and only 3rd rate unemployed people will ever admit to watching it". She emphasised the word "unemployed" - so I had to deftly steer the conversation in the right direction.
"But it is India's 1st ever porn-com movie. And the good thing is that the heroine's name Mandana rhymes with yours" I said. I am an expert at deftly changing the topic.
And then I threw in the Ace : "And don't worry about respectable people seeing us - I have booked tickets in a shady theatre called Chandan far away from our home so that no one will recognise us".
We left for the theatre before our teenage son came back from college. We wanted to avoid any unnecessary dialogue with our son on why he cannot come along with us.
We reached the theatre to find the foyer full of college students who looked younger than our son - in fact none of whom seemed to have completed even 16 years of age. And they were all in couples - and my wife started a harangue about the corrupting influence of such movies on the kids.
"And what is more - it is so embarrassing that we are the only mature people here - the rest of the audience are basically teenagers" she said.
"No - I spotted someone who looked in the mid-twenties buying a ticket" I assured my wife.
"Yeah - but you will notice he was walking around wearing his helmet so that he will not be recognised" she countered, covering her face with her dupatta so that only her eyes showed.
We finally entered the theatre, and I eagerly braced myself for watching some sensational stuff.
And then I learnt something important. Trailers do not represent a movie. In fact trailers of so called "porncom" movies have nothing at all to do with the movie.
All the titillation I had seen in the movie trailer, ended in the trailer.
In short, there was no "interesting" scenes, and even the gags which centred around "focus" and "poppat" (parrot) were really flat. It was a terrible bore - in fact the TV sitcom Siya Ke Ram provides more excitement.
We endured the movie for 2 hours and staggered out.
My wife looked at me and said : "Why are you covering your face now? It was a boring movie with no naughty scenes or dialogues at all - so now we don't need to be ashamed at all for watching this movie" she said rubbing it in.
"I am covering my face so that I will not be recognised for being an idiot" I said.
My wife gave me THE look - THE look that she has been giving me ever since I quit my job and started operating out of home. "Don't talk nonsense - it is a 3rd grade porn-com movie - and only 3rd rate unemployed people will ever admit to watching it". She emphasised the word "unemployed" - so I had to deftly steer the conversation in the right direction.
"But it is India's 1st ever porn-com movie. And the good thing is that the heroine's name Mandana rhymes with yours" I said. I am an expert at deftly changing the topic.
And then I threw in the Ace : "And don't worry about respectable people seeing us - I have booked tickets in a shady theatre called Chandan far away from our home so that no one will recognise us".
We reached the theatre to find the foyer full of college students who looked younger than our son - in fact none of whom seemed to have completed even 16 years of age. And they were all in couples - and my wife started a harangue about the corrupting influence of such movies on the kids.
"And what is more - it is so embarrassing that we are the only mature people here - the rest of the audience are basically teenagers" she said.
"No - I spotted someone who looked in the mid-twenties buying a ticket" I assured my wife.
"Yeah - but you will notice he was walking around wearing his helmet so that he will not be recognised" she countered, covering her face with her dupatta so that only her eyes showed.
We finally entered the theatre, and I eagerly braced myself for watching some sensational stuff.
And then I learnt something important. Trailers do not represent a movie. In fact trailers of so called "porncom" movies have nothing at all to do with the movie.
All the titillation I had seen in the movie trailer, ended in the trailer.
In short, there was no "interesting" scenes, and even the gags which centred around "focus" and "poppat" (parrot) were really flat. It was a terrible bore - in fact the TV sitcom Siya Ke Ram provides more excitement.
We endured the movie for 2 hours and staggered out.
My wife looked at me and said : "Why are you covering your face now? It was a boring movie with no naughty scenes or dialogues at all - so now we don't need to be ashamed at all for watching this movie" she said rubbing it in.
"I am covering my face so that I will not be recognised for being an idiot" I said.
