Tokyo Cancelled

Putu read Putu like. Could have used more cats.

In the mood for answers

Yesterday, Putu saw a fresh DVD of Fa yeung nin wa at a friend's place. All very well, thought Putu. But. Putu has two questions. Putu knows a few Intellectuals read this blog, and would like to respectfully place the following questions in front of them.
1) So, why the hell did they show that news clip before the Cambodia temple secret confession?
2) Throughout the movie, Tony Leung and Maggie Cheung (Putu loves, post Hero) ate. They ate rice, they ate noodles, they ate deep-fried steaks. How the HELL did they stay all that thin/curvaceous, specially if they didnt indulge in the best workout of them all?

Misdirection rocks, or so I would have you think...

In conversation with Putu this morning, a future chicklit writer said 'How nice of your friend Putu to mention me in her blog.'
Muhahahahahaha.
Its working.

God!

Philip Pullman on God, Hollywood, liars, and the Times

Indian Chicklit

This is the current state of Indian chicklit. (Note: The Hindu spells it Brigitte Jones' Diary? Now Im confused. or konphoos. or something)
This is the future of Indian chicklit.

Strange, and stranger

Putu's almost finished the rather large Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, and so far has been most moved by the lovely passage describing the old woman in Venice who lived in a room full of cats, and knew dozens of languages before but now speaks only Cat. Putu would blog more about JS and MN, but its winter, and Putu wants to curl up again.

Happy Mew Year

from the various segments of Putu's brain. In 2005, Putu's brain will develop even further, and sprout more lobes and suchlike. You will be kept informed.
Werent the year-end roundups awful, by the way?

Team America disbands

The South Park guys have had enough of each other. Not good, thinks Putu, who has not seen much of their work anyway, sad to say.