my own phoenix? [in which yours truly gives it those ones ... somewhat]

Excavated from the archives of languishing drafts and remastered for the reading pleasure of no one in particular:

* what I thought about shaadi ka laddoo, gothika/vijeta/the road to el dorado, fida

* in which Julie meets all expectations: bad acting, terrible funny dialogue, a sense of no direction (or is that "no sense of direction"), and the promise of more grist where this came from ... [julie: ek banaphuul ... i mean wild orchid]

* a dual-layered look at two action flicks that deliver more in departments that they never set out to achieve anything in: the yawn-inducing copiously stylish waste called Deewar: Let's Bring Our Heroes Home and Aan: Men at Work ... [ensemble mayhem]

* an account of a hindustani vocal concert in August ... that links to an aurally appalling experience in Tampa, FL