M: NEVER go see a Bollywood film if you can avoid it. If you can't, at least make sure you're not going with a girl who knows the movie's songs by heart. No, really. Bollywood does the kind
of movies that Hollywood did in the 50s. Or Hong Kong in the late 80s, probably. Always the same stars, the stories are excuses for ludicrous action scenes (well, Hong Kong had these
nailed, at least), and as many exotic locations as they can cram into the movie. Even if you only say: "Look, Jimmy has just returned from New York", you can still fantasize about America.
And then there's the singing. Oh, the singing. Let's not go there, shall we? What irks me most (and it probably shouldn't) is the sexist untertone. Boy runs out on his girl and returns twenty
years later - well, of course she's still waiting for him. Cop girl can't get the bad guy? Well, how about stripping down and dancing in the rain? Attagirl!

As for the strip itself, well, this was a piece of work. I was always wondering why I couldn't draw sexy girls on my Wacom tablet, so I tried upping the resolution and using smaller brushes.
I'd say it worked, but it took me one-and-a-half weeks to draw this, every morning and every evening. Just to show off, here are the second and third pictures in original size, without text or
softening effects: panel 2 and panel 3. By the way, if you noticed that the overall is gone in panel 3 - take a cookie. However, this was in fact intended. In a real Indian movie, she would
already be wearing a different costume and dancing in front of a different background, but I thought I'd save myself the trouble and just kick out the overall instead.

In other news: Mike Wieringo passed away last week-end. Unbelievable. He was only 44!