Barely legal alien

On Sunday we celebrated Holi. The best description I heard of this is “the Hindu festival of colours.” If you want the true story, google it – your net connection is faster than mine. The upshot is that everyone runs around throwing coloured powders at each other. It’s a National Geographic photographer’s wet dream.

First you buy your pigments:

Then your enemy approaches. Steel yourself.

The enemy opens fire.

The moment of impact:

We return fire.

Victory.

And the rest pretty much writes itself. Shankar and Tarana share a moment:

Our masterful cinematographer Hari does his best zombie:

You know you sometimes see Swedish tennis fans made up in the national colours? I think India’s colours are way cooler.

Dagnammit, I used to think MY moustache was cool. Advantage Deepak.

And of course, once the fun’s over you need to hose yourself off, providing an entirely non-gratuitous opportunity to show starlets in wet t-shirts. The guy with tattoos is our exuberant costume designer Hitesh. More on him later.

Later that day we watched the rough cut of Harry’s sex scene. They shot it in a Mumbai studio before I arrived. SENSATIONAL! Think the sex scene from Top Gun as performed by David Hasselhoff, in superslo-mo, with more gaudy chiffon than you could poke a stick at, and an indoor waterfall which mysteriously appears in the desert. Next up, a night at the (Hindi) movies.