For I am Ozunu
So, I’m writing this post at perhaps the most inopportune time for me to do so. It’s 12 midnight, and I have to draft a legal notice from scratch, fill in some dratted application form for the SRA, and catch a few winks of sleep in the 9 hours to come. And I’m writing a blog post instead – after two whole months since my previous. There are various reasons for this, none of which are really any good, and into all of which I don’t intend to venture.
I’m going to talk of just one – Ninja Assasin. Whizzing shurikens, swooshing swords and bloodshed which the Grand Canyon couldn’t hold. Of course, it had the grand old ninja master who turned out to be grand old nasty i’m gonna get my ass whooped coz I am Ozunu ninja master in this one. Worth a watch when one despairs of having too much to do in too little time. It is full of these motivational ninja sayings like “You think you feel pain now that you have been bludgeoned in the head with an iron rod? I’ll poke you with four of my fingers in your stomach and you shall know true pain!” It also has this Takeshi guy doing the customary kung fu movie Bruce Lee like taunt – “come here little brother, let us play like old times.” Much like that scene from “Enter the Dragon” where Bruce Lee goes – “Outside”.
I wonder how it is that amongst all the people getting sliced and diced by all that flying cutting apparatus, one man with no armor whatsoever, and who is not even the ninja assassin dude, can run around toting a pistol and shoot those lightning fast ninjas down. Then there is the whole thing about the woman having her heart on the right side of her chest. The evil guy thinks he has killed her, knifed her straight through the heart and all that. Only not quite. Hollywood, it seems, has taken a leaf out of the Indian film maker’s book of corny story lines.
On an entirely different note – there is something about Ahmedinejad’s gall which truly fascinates me. His latest coup with the non-permanent members of the Security Council on the nuclear enrichment issue, is, I believe, just the latest trick in his seemingly never empty bag of them. He is pretty wizard-like in his execution – a wave of the hand .. and poof the world is suddenly uncertain what to do with him. And could anyone tell me why in the world the G-15 (an acronym for the Group of Fifteen) is called so when it actually consists of seventeen countries?
