I emailed my friends with pretty much the same info I shared on the blog yesterday.
My friend J responded with this and I almost spit up my coffee laughing while reading it this morning at my desk.
“...yes, in regular movies, it would have been that chance glance that would have sealed your fate.
i think in boy movies, you would have been walking away in slow motion from some explosion, and then with the firey background, and hair fluttering with wind blowing in the right direction so it would be bouncy and boot heels that would, in reality, have been impossible to walk in, you would have done some gymnastics…
and in a hindi film, he would begin to gyrate his hips, and start singing, as you coyly, sulkyly ignored him, and then you would have started belting out your verse, and then the whole train including the conductor would have joined in the chorus….
what would happen in a french film? well, it would have probably been that fat guy that peed on the airplane, so you would have just walked out of the train, with nothing to think about. ”
This was my response:
“ha! Love it! In a French film I would have some horrible, deep dark secret, and we would have started meeting randomly on train platforms to have sex in rat-infested corners!
I would much rather have the Bollywood version!
AND this was my friend T’s response: