Movie Night

Watching my first Bollywood movie, Om Shanti Om.  Three hours of musical interludes, star-crossed lovers, fighting evildoers, chewing scenery, and a dance number in which the main actor laments the "pain of disco" as a bucket of water is thrown over his airbrushed abs.  (There is, however, no kissing on the lips.)  It is absolutely over-the-top, and you know what?  It works.