My wife and I recently watched Outsourced, a movie about an American guy (Todd) who manages a customer service call center for a company that sells novelty products. At the beginning of the movie, Todd's whole department is laid off when the company decides to outsource the work to India, and Todd is sent to India to train the replacements. What follows is a charming, albeit fairly predictable culture clash comedy featuring an equally charming and predictable love story. If you're looking for a cozy evening at home with your significant other and a DVD, you could do a lot worse.
What makes this movie memorable for me is that ensconced in the affably formulaic plot-line are some small pearls of Hindu wisdom. As Todd moves through the story, he finds himself seemingly shadowed by the fearsome image of a snarling, sword-wielding, blue goddess. Finally, he finds himself in a taxi with the female lead, his native guide and eventual love interest, Asha. When he notices a statue of the same figure on the dashboard, Asha explains:
"Oh that's Kali, the goddess of destruction."
"Why would you want the goddess of destruction in your car?"
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