Monday, July 25, 2005

“S” is for sh*t

After losing my sandals to Chavchavadze avenue, my weekend took a spiraling downturn. Well, Friday night was really nice, I went to dinner with a friend and we laughed a whole lot. Then passed out in bed completely exhausted (removing tar from one’s foot with nail polish remover is hard work).

Anyways, I woke up on Saturday, feeling a little queasy. The queasiness did not go away until Sunday evening when I was able to eat solids. And by solids, I mean some mashed potatoes. Ugh, at some point, there was stuff (and by stuff, I mean the other word that starts with a letter “s”) coming out of every hole and crevice of my body. At some point, I thought I was going to pass out, and thus fall off the toilet and bash my head onto the tiled floor which would lead to my “stuff” covered death due to profuse and unstoppable bleeding from a gash in my head.

Sunday evening, feeling hot and irritated, I decided to go see a movie in hopes that a cool movie theater would make me feel a little better. I guess I must have forgotten that I am not in the States any more because the movie theater was stuffy and hot. And my stomach kept rumbling and making funny noises throughout the movie. Not to mention that I was sweating profusely.

We saw The Interpreter (arg, they still don’t have Willy Wonka here) which made no sense to me. This could have been due to the fact that the movie was dubbed in Russian and since they spoke really fast and Russian is now littered with English words pronounced in Russian, at times, I did not understand a word that was said on the screen. Then again, my belly was rumbling throughout the movie and I kept looking around for a quick exit in case I had to bolt for the toilet. And I was sweating profusely. But overall, the plot of the movie was cheesy. Allowing a man who led genocide in his country live because there was an explanation of an African tradition in the middle of the movie was a classic. Was there also a statement of the West’s (aka white people) support of leaders of some of the African countries who then turn “bad”? And how charming was it that Nicole Kidman can speak Ku (? – hey, the movie was in Russian) and she single-handedly managed to show the world the faults of a criminal? And technically speaking, shouldn’t she be imprisoned for threatening a life of a leader of a nation? I mean, haven’t you seen pictures of that Georgian (of course, in Georgia, they pointed out the fact that he is ethnically Armenian or Azeri, I can’t remember which one) who threw a bomb at Bush during his visit to Tbilisi; I am sure Bush’s people are all over him.

Anyways, I am sure The Interpreter is a great movie, if you wanted to see it, go see it. Remember, when I watched it, I was delirious from throwing up for a day and then not eating for another. Plus, they spoke in Russian really fast and I was too busy checking out the exit doors. Then again, during a scene when MTA bus blew up, I started laughing uncontrollably.

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