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I don’t think I would’ve minded terribly if Pakistan had won yesterday. Theirs has been one of the more interesting stories of the tournament — a team that had the whole kitchen thrown at them before they entered the tournament played with joy and verve to reach the semis. Beating India was not entirely out
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So my first spoken blog post is up, courtesy the wonderful folks who run Masala Zindabad. Thanks, Beth & Amrita for putting this up on your site! This one’s about my experience of going to the movies. Specifically about watching B-movies in a ramshackle single-screen theatre in a little village in Rajasthan. You can listen
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Nowhere, not even in the more improbable outreaches of the Hollywood High School multiverse, would someone looking like Emma Stone be ignored by the student populace and not get so much as asked out by any heterosexual male with at least two brain cells to rub together. And if there really exists a high school
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Oscarcast… As award ceremonies go, this one has to rank among the worst in recent memory. Anne Hathaway, an actress I otherwise admire immensely, looked like she was having as much fun as a thirteen year old girl watching Princess Diaries 2. Watching her performing co-host duties, however, was about as much fun as I,
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How did I not get to this film earlier? As rom-coms go, this is among the best in recent memory. A near-flawless script that concentrates on dialogue rather than copping out with a montage, a lead couple who click together perfectly, an utter paucity of over-the-top scenes… But what really makes this film work, I
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If I am King, where is my power? Can I declare war? Form a government? Levy a tax? No! And yet I am the seat of all authority because they think that when I speak, I speak for them. When you think about it, the story of a guy with a speech impediment getting over
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A few years ago, when I watched Juno, was completely charmed by it and wrote a glowing review, one of my friends told me that the reason why she didn’t like the movie was that it kinda trivialized teenage pregnancy by treating it as comedy. I didn’t agree with her on that one, but I
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There is a voiceover narration by the Rani Mukherjee character (a TV journo named Mira) while the opening credits roll, that contains the following statement: “Everybody is somebody in Delhi. Nobody is nobody.” The corollary to that sort of Orwellian equality, of course, is that some somebodies are more of a somebody than others. Jessica
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To begin with, let me state that I am decidedly ambivalent about films that are open to interpretation. The line between an intelligent film that raises questions in the viewer’s mind and an overly metaphorical exercise in style that does not engage the viewer is pretty thin. Besides which, the more the ground shifts
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Yes, real life got in the way. Yes, my New Year resolution is to write the odd blog post on the movies every now and then. Although, if this one goes the way of my other resolutions, you might as well stop visiting this blog for updates. (Assuming you still do, that is.) No, I
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