Rant
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In the beginning, there was Rajnikanth the actor. He wasn’t the best actor anyone had ever seen, but he was quite okay. His biggest gift was an undeniable screen presence. The man had style to burn, and it shone through even when he had a bit of a paunch, a leather belt that could hide
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When I was driving back home after watching Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, I asked myself how I would describe the experience to my friends. My top three candidates were: 3. A lengthy rant involving the occasional throwing of cosmic questions into the void, such as “What were they smoking when they wrote this?” or “What moron
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Does he plan it all out, or just make it up as he goes along? So wonders an admiring British officer after yet another of those insane Jack Sparrow escapades that leave him, improbably, out of harm’s way (for the moment) and at an advantage over his rivals. With Sparrow, one really couldn’t be sure.
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I think the first thing that strikes you when you see this movie is the level of emotion on display. The earlier movies had a certain cool reserve that masked whatever emotion the main characters were feeling. This one dared to be sentimental. Not that I think this is a bad thing, mind you. However,
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I remember being absolutely blown away by Halle Berry’s performance in Monster’s Ball. And her victory at the Oscars, while expected, was also a sweet moment because it was part of a trifecta for African American actors – Denzel Washington won Best Actor for an amazing performance in Training Day, and Sidney Poitier won a
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Okay, here’s my problem with Sanjay Gadhvi, the man behind the two Dhoom movies. He’s got a nice visual style, a reasonably talented cast and a knack for making women look gorgeous, but he’s forgotten a very basic ingredient. He’s making movies about a cop on the trail of some great thieves. But not once
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This seems to be a bad time for me to consider watching a Hindi movie. Consider the last few movies I’ve watched: 1. Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna: I was on a bus from Hyderabad to Bangalore and they played it during the journey. I’ve never really considered jumping off a moving bus before, but I
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I was discussing Tamil and Telugu movies with my bro-in-law Goutham, and he told me that Siddharth is now one of the hottest properties in the Telugu film industry, thanks to two superhit movies where he plays the romantic lead (Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana and Bommarillu). Goutham’s way of describing it was: the guynow occupies the position
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Watched Baabul yesterday night. Ravi Chopra seems to have made his choice of genre clear – the family melodramas of the eighties, the type that Visu used to be well-known for. (For a brilliant rant on the subject, check out this piece by dingchak). Now, while this may not be obvious from my earlier posts,
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I just finished watching Vivah, Sooraj Barjatya’s latest venture into feel-good territory. It’s an interesting experience, sort of like watching The Princess Diaries – you figure there’s an audience for this kind of movie, but you have no idea what that is, or why such an audience would even exist. Vivah is, as the tagline
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