Went to see Om Shanti Om at the art deco theatre yesterday, so I have a new favorite Bollywood tune. Which you'll hear on my MySpace profile, if you're configured that way. It comes from a film-within-a-film, in which the actor is supposed to be playing a deaf, blind, legless man in a wheelchair. He says they need a musical number that will express his inner pain, and proudly announces: "Disco!"
When the director asks how they can have a legless man in a wheelchair do a disco number, he says, "Idiot. Dream sequence."
You can see a non-subtitled version of the number from the movie at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3brsI1Y-aA&feature=related. I don't think you need the words to the song to know why I fond it funny. Except that the chorus is "My heart is full of the pain of disco. Pain of disco. Pain of disco."
Good yin/yang contrast here with The Golden Compass. The book is very harsh, but great. All the stuff about the souls getting severed seems much more painful and terrifying in the book than it could be represented in a movie. And the whole idea of personifying ... uh, wrong word .... embodying the soul in a companion animal is brilliant. So obvious, and at the same time so original. It's like, how would we treat our souls if we could actually see them and touch them?
It's pretty obvious that, metaphorically speaking, Charlie is my daemon and Chloe is my honey's, although it would be tragic if I couldn't pet my little girly cat for some reason. "That's what marriage is," I said. "We can share each other's daemons."
No pun intended, but I'll take what I can get.