Some Bollywood dancing movie.
Apparently Bollywood is like 40 years behind Hollywood. If someone sent them Gene Kelly movies, their heads would explode and confetti would shoot out and then whoever’s head didn’t explode would dance around the headless corpses while confetti fills the sky. Then the rebellious Indian people would play Elvis movies and slick their hair back and kick jukeboxes to make them work. And their mothers would be married to fat Conservative guys that work at the post office and when the mother talks back, the post office father threatens to hit her by saying “to the moon Candraki” or “to the moon Daruka.” And then when he finally does hit her, her head explodes and then confetti comes out and he dances around it.