Any behemoth industry has its lazy side. In Bollywood, this has to be the "party song," a seemingly requisite scene in a certain kind of blockbuster, governed by a crude formula that audiences still, somehow, go wild for. There's so much to satirize about the genre, from the requisite objectification of women (water must always meet clothing) to the reliable co-opting of black culture -- with an always sub par rap interlude, à la Rebecca Black's "Friday," that belies the culture's prejudices...
Any behemoth industry has its lazy side. In Bollywood, this has to be the "party song," a seemingly requisite scene in a certain kind of blockbuster, governed by a crude formula that audiences still, somehow, go wild for. There's so much to satirize about the genre, from the requisite objectification of women (water must always meet clothing) to the reliable co-opting of black culture -- with an always sub par rap interlude, à la Rebecca Black's "Friday," that belies the culture's prejudices...
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