I am still very squeamish at the sight of blood in our bollywood movies. May be the sight of the hero being bashed up is also unbearable. So whenever there is a gory bashing up scene, I will snuggle back into the cushions of our huge recliner sofa and let my 10 year old daughter, P take over. As the villian had this boyish hero all tied up to a tree in the middle of a jungle and was merrily bashing his face, I had the cushion firmly over my face and eyes. P was watching me and i could see her too. No sooner she realises that I am no longer watching the TV screen but rather had turned my attention to her...she would do two things.
One, her face would dramatically become so expressive, squirming with little felt and more feigned disgust with every blow, have a pitying look as if she were gazing at someone drawing their very last breath while being puched at the same time, all the time stealing glimpses to see if I were watching her. If she caught me watching her, of course, all the expressions would be exagerated 10 fold!!!
The second thing she would do, is immediately launch into a full feldged second by second commentary on what was happening on screen. She would use liberally vocabulary like, all mashed up, red and oozing, dribbling, hacking (she also said the axe cut into his flesh and you can even see the bones!!), and so on.
It struck me last night, may be its just easier to watch the movie than to watch and listen to her... She actually enjoys herself. Is she some kind of a pervert, I wonder!!!
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