Forum Overview :: Peter Molyneux's The Movies :: Saw this yesterday! With photos!

[quote name="Quétinbec"][quote name="Last"]Jamal is a weakling his entire life but can somehow withstand torture better than Rambo. [/quote] Being a weakling is all about withstanding torture. It's the strong that have problems with torture because they're not used to being without control. [quote name="Last"]* Latika, the beautiful penniless orphan girl living amongst whores on Whore Street with her ruthless, heartless, greed-driven pimp, is still a virgin somehow even though the whole movie up to that point would lead you to believe a girl in that situation would have been raped to disintegration by age six. [/quote] I heard a big part of the reason young Indian girls always have their hair cut short as kids is to disguise them as boys and keep them from getting raped. See if you can tell the boys from the girls in these photos (answers below): <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF3081-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF3081-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF2514-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF2514-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF3161-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF3161-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF3164-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF3164-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF3789-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF3789-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF3790-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF3790-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> They're all girls except for the kid on the world's shittiest bike. What a fucking terrible bike! This movie makes me feel worse about not paying for my shits, though. If there was only one slumkid on the door and there weren't many normal people around so he could embarrass me, I'd usually run away without paying like so: <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF2172-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF2172-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> Grabbing onto my pants, you slummy piece of shit?! Y'ain't got nothing on me! That shit was on the house! [quote name="Last"]* When the police arrest and torture the shit out of a innocent man and nobody raises an eyebrow. How are those civil rights coming along, India? [/quote] It doesn't help that they all look like Saddam Hussain and use scary adjectives like 'Perfect', 'Great', and 'Ideal' to describe their police stations. <a href="http://s219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/?action=view&current=DSCF2923-1000.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc71/SarahPlunket/DSCF2923-1000.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> I was hit by an Indian policeman. I'd borrowed quite a bit of money in India so I thought I'd make a few insurance claims to help get me started on paying it back. Very long story short, rather than a form I could show my insurer back home, the police gave me a letter hand written in Italian that someone had penned 6 months earlier. I was like, "This isn't in English!" and the officers were telling me "Yes. That's it." and waving me off like I was a dipshit. We ended up having this big argument in broken English about whether I could speak English. The chief, who was one of the few policemen who could speak sentences of English, settled it, but called me stupid for having my bag stolen. He was the only one who spoke English well enough to insult me. The others just laughed at me. The first letter I wrote was screwed up because I used the word stolen. The 'Lt' or whatever said I could only use the word missing. After that error, the Lt and another policeman watched over my shoulder as I wrote the second letter - in case I tried any more 'funny business', I guess. Once I'd finished, the Lt told me to write my permanent address at the top. I asked if he meant my permanent address in Delhi or in NZ. The regular cop behind me hit me on the shoulder with his rifle and said "Permanent address!" but the hilarious part was that I'm not used to being abused by authority figures, so when he hit me, I thought he was doing it to get my attention (as opposed to getting me to hurry the fuck up), so I turned around to see what he wanted, and because I didn't realise he had bad intentions I didn't look the least bit intimidated, and he acted like I was about to get up to fight him so backed off with his rifle, which scared the shit out of me, so I turned back and got on with things.[/quote]