The drama called life

Butterflies in the Mughal Garden

Yesterday night I watched the second movie from the ongoing Mardi Gras film festival. It was a Japanese movie called Hatsu Koi. The movie was a rather interesting experience. The background music at times sounded like music from a porn movies of the 70's and at times the movie did degenerate to a soft porn complete with some over the top bad acting. But in between all the mess the story was good and a lot of issues were touched upon like gay marriages, coming to terms with your sexuality, parents acceptance of a gay partner etc. At times the acting, music and setup was so bad that people ending up laughing at scenes which were rather sad. But I came out of the theater not with a headache but laughing at the weirdness of it all.
After the movie I had my first go at Laotian cuisine and was impressed with the use of fresh ingredients and the varied flavours of the food at Pink Peppercorns on Oxford Street. After dinner I was craving for some ice cream and we ending up bumping into some of the cast from the play we are thinking of attending on the weekend called Butterflies of the Mughal garden being organisied by a group of gay men from South Asia called Salaam Namaste. At last I didn't feel the only gay in the village. Keep you posted on that, hope it's better than Hatsu Koi