…while hating it. It’s so smartass modern attitude, so oppressively unsubtle, so CG eye-candy’ed to a fare-thee-well. Tatyana and I were eating last night in a great Indian restaurant (Flavor of India, 7950 Sunset Blvd., next to DGA) and of course they were showing Bollywood films on their two big flatscreens. I got sucked into watching one of them, and it seems so clear that Disney’s new Aladdin is essentially a bullshit pixie-dust Bollywood fantasy, aimed at the domestic family saps but also the Asian-Indian market, which will lap this shit right up.