Vicky advised me to lay off the butter and steak. This is good advice. However, it would be considerably more difficult for me to lay off the Indian food. I've had it twice this week and the staff at Tandoor definitely knows me. They don't even ask me anymore how spicy I want it. "Medium, right," and they just proceed to ring me up. Then the guy who serves it says, "I know you can handle spicy!" and I nod sheepishly.
So after Cirrus and I had our Indian fix, we caught "My Big Fat Greek Wedding." Very amusing indeed. I appreciated the cross-cultural themes that transcend all nationalities. I could easily replace myself in some of those scenes -- images still to come in my life, of course -- and then retitle the whole thing "My Big Fat Chinese Wedding." In my version, however, lamb jokes would be shark's fin or duck jokes, and the embarassment of having fat and loud family would be modified to having loud family obsessed with karaoke.
Nia Vardalos is a charming, intelligent actress with very good timing. Cirrus and I did agree though that the movie was unrealistic. You will never, ever meet a man like John Corbett's character. He was romantic, whimsical, but above all: supremely understanding. Where will you ever meet a guy who isn't delusional and thinks that he deserves to be with some hot babe out of Maxim? Even though he can't pick up after himself, still whines to his mother, and brings his laundry home?
Gentlemen, think about that for a second, please.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 2:00 AM
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