I was having a quiet night in last night Friday night so I was watching The Kite Runner. I think I watched only 15mins of it and decided to quit ‘coz it was so slowwwwwwww.. (zzzzzzzzzz…)

(If MrBf was around, it would be easier to bear as he’s always been the emo/artsy fartsy movie person and I’m the bimbo lalaland happy happy movie person. We meet in the middle for sci-fi/thriller though.)

So, I waited for MrBf to be free to watch it together. On Sunday afternoon.

The best part for me was the scene where the two kids were talking about Asmir’s story. The struggle between two classes was glaringly apparent. (Hassan is the servant boy and Asmir is the rich kid.)

Hassan: Here. [hands over an evelope]

Asmir: What’s that?

Hassan: Rashid* (forgot name) left it for you earlier this morning.

Asmir: [excitedly opens the envelope and reading note out loud] “I loved the story. Bravo, Asmir, bravo!”

Hassan: What’s “bravo”?

Asmir: *beams* It’s Italian for “genius”! He really liked my story!!

Hassan, matter-of-factly: Of course he liked your story. You tell great stories.

Asmir: :D

Hassan: [busy clearing breakfast table] What is your story about?

Asmir: It’s about this man who found a magic cup. Each tear he drops into the cup turns into a pearl. He’s a very poor man.

Hassan: Oh.

Asmir, continues proudly: At the end of the story, he is sitting on top of mountain of pearls, a bloody knife in one hand and his dead wife by his side.

Hassan: *gravely* He killed his wife so he can be sad and get more pearls….

Asmir: *beaming* Exactly. You got it.

Hassan: [continues clearing breakfast table] Can I ask you one question about your story?

Asmir: Of course, Hassan. What is it?

Hassan: The cup turns tears into pearls so he can be rich… killing his wife will make him cry a lot….

Asmir: *nods*

[pause]

Hassan: *disappointed* 

Then, why can’t he just smell an onion?

Asmir: ….

The moment Asmir was basking in his glory sun, he was pulled down by an innocent question which made his emofied story so much less dramatic and worthy of the applause he took in minutes earlier.

That was a bitter and jagged pill to swallow.

A person who is reveling in his own “genius” (subjective interpretations) can often overlook the simpler solutions in front of him.

Reminds me of a lot of dumbasses.

The movie was good until it came out with a lot of sinister undertones. What I thought to be a nice little touching story between two little boys gave me paedophiles, sex, violence and scandals.

Was frikin’ out when Hassan was assraped after refusing to give up the blue kite he was retriving for Asmir to this bully that I had to stop for a smoke. If that bully boy destroyed the kite after assraping Hassan, I would have flipped.

Like, seriously.

No more, no more emo movies for the next month or so. Gah.