From paris with love,calling karthik

Gargantuan face, eye balls filled with pixels, splash of vivid colours right on your face, and a sore neck.
This is what a bunch of us had to go through; we were the fateful victims sitting staring from the First, front row seats watching ‘From Paris with love’.
It’s a bizarre experience sitting in front row seat, first off it’s a different world altogether, it’s a world where you do feel like a midget, it’s even worse when you are watching a car chase, your will have to move your head left, right, up, down, similar to watching Nadal firing in his cross court, you are so close to comfort, you will have to slide all the way down to get a better angle to see the picture. It was not a pleasant experience, even though the gun wielding, coke sniffing, john Travolta was exceptionally good, somehow we watched the movie with utmost uneasiness, everyone’s face said it all.
It was a day of double hits, we watched another movie back to back, this time we got better seats, but an inane movie with a harebrained story line; ‘Karthik calling Karthik’ , it’s a movie which is worth avoiding, but for us at that stage it felt like heaven, we could sit there and watch the movie straight in the eye line zone, Coming back to Karthik, it was not the stereo typical bollywood blast, neither was it a new age movie, it’s a weird concoction, predictability and despondency; it’s all about this bloke suffering from schizophrenia. It was a weird day, Action packed, gun-ho pain in the neck movie, followed by a mentally unstable guy, singing songs, making love, who had embraced delusions and hallucinations, not by choice of course; John Travolta EAT YOUR GUTS man... This fella Karthik will whip you to oblivion at any time....you can shoot 6 baddies with a Beretta, but you can never sing a bollywood song and yet suffer from Schizophrenia and most importantly you can never ever leave yourself voice messages.