It took us a few days, but we finally made it through a particularly cheesy Bollywood movie called "The Hero: Love Story of a Spy". If we'd skipped the simple-minded politics and the silly violence and just watched the song-and-dance bits, it would have been pretty good, I think.
For some reason (budget, I suppose) the Canadian actors (or maybe they were American--anyway, the "white" folks with North American-ish accents) were sometimes really bad--lines would be delivered totally without expression, for example. Their dancing didn't seem that great either, not that I'm any judge.
I finally got my bike back from the shop this morning, but rode it just as far as work and then left it there. Maybe tomorrow I'll actually ride home.
Hm, and one of these days I need to finally get around to replacing my decrepit panniers.