Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wasn't aware that it was loosely inspired by Oil! by Upton Sinclair, a book I'd read in school , and which I think I've almost completely forgotten. Talking of Upton Sinclair, I think it was The Jungle which left quite an impact when I'd read it around the same time as oil. Maybe I'll reread oil sometime..
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
But I still love it. Its got pretty much a perfect cast ( juhi, sanjay suri, purab , lilette, victor bannerjee, it can't get any better) , can't think of anyone who didn't do full justice to their character. And as with raincoat, a second viewing lets you catch nuances you'd missed the first time around. Relationships can be complex, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, father/mother, the someone special ( yes not everyone even gets the use of the word spouse) .
Although 'my brother nikhil' doesn't explore them nearly anywhere as well as it could have done ( perhaps because it really bites off a great deal more than it can chew, and then loses a lot of steam towards the end) but it still stands head and shoulders above all these big budget, totally plastic, totally blinkered main stream hindi movies we still get. Someone give these ddlj, kkhh, qsqt, and the likes, a budget cut!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Its got the usual, boy girl are good friends, nothing more ( now when will we get a movie, which really really shows that such a thing is possible???) . Clear cut black and white etching of good boy and bad boy. 6-7 songs, and a fight or two later, the boy and girl realise they're in lau after all.
But the parts I totally loved were Ratna and Naseer ( poster boy? !! ) , and teeny weeny, but hilarious appearance of Paresh Rawal.
Like I'd said earlier, its really good to see genuinly funny hindi movies these days. The non - slapstick kinds!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Not bad to pass the time :)
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Am also on the way to wading through the complete Perry Mason series which is good fun as well! Finished the case of the rolling bones.
Time to replenish reading material.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Doesn't do much of a job of explaining why the protagonist is picked for special treatment, and so leaves a few loose ends. I've heard its a copy of Cavite, would like to see that if I get a chance.
Monday, September 01, 2008
And it is rather interesting isn't it, that its a part of our history thats so thoroughly buried and forgotten. It was quite real and close when it happened. I remember distinctly standing on the roof of the house we then stayed in, counting the burning houses all around. There were at least 5-6 visible from the relatively short 2nd storey roof. The policeman shooing us kids away and telling us there was a curfew on. The playtime discussions of whose father was keeping mid night vigils and how. Did I wonder then why my father didn't ?
I don't think I wondered then, or for many years after that. But watching Amu recently and the subsequent discussions with nn who feels quite strongly about the whole issue did result in some get me thinking about some things.
Yes it was a pretty blatant state instigated/organised/ condoned/ and finally forgotten violence. No justice was ever served, and every 5-6 years you still get a random feature on some show about the widows still fighting for justice. But the fact is that not only is the whole thing forgottten, its been forgotten with a vengeance. That this movie was buried is pertinent, because not only was it buried, it was buried so effectively that most of us didn't even hear about it. Which is somewhat different from the burial for all the other bombay/gujarat movies, whose banning evokes much coverage.
So the obvious question of why its forgotten, perhaps isn't that hard to answer. After all who benefits from raking it up ? Justice for all, as we all know, is just a platitude, there has to be some mileage somewhere for someone important for anything to happen, which isn't the case here.
The other question, more interesting perhaps is, what changed? What changed in such a way that it became a 0 mileage issue? 2 decades back, when you boarded a DTC bus, and the sign said - 'seat ke neeche bamb ho sakta hai' , you glanced down if you saw a guy with a turban and beard. That changed. It changed so completely, that I'd forgotten that people ever had such prejudices. However, nowadays, we'll glance down if we see a guy in white cap and beard.
I don't know the answer to that one - what changed.
And of course there's the third question, should it be this way? That history should be rewritten, and books, movies and plays banned because they may raise questions? What if the questions are long forgotten? Is it any different if the questions are asked everyday anyway?
I don't think it should be this way, I guess I'm still young enough to believe in the ideals about justice. But the cost benefit equations seem more complex than they once did.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
My approach in life has always been one of "run". Whenever a problem has come around, my first instinct has always been to give up and run. Over the years I came to recognise it as such, and did try to change.
But when i look around now, i sometimes wonder. Is patiently staying and fighting always the better option? the answer perhaps is blowing in the wind.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
maan-gaye-mughal-e-azam probably wins . Its given tough competition by 2-3 others ( oops , shiva, a now forgotten one with Saurabh Shukla wearing wigs aargh!). But I think it just edges past them, or should i say below them.
However I think the beauty of this movie is that with such an amazing cast, it manages to stink so badly that the stench just floors you!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
And a second viewing shows up so many things you missed the first time around. Perhaps I should watch a whole lot of my favourite movies a second time!
the line i remembered the first time around, and which again caught attention - yeh aapka prayashchit hai... ya pratishodh? Hmm so much of the movie hovers therein!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
by Langston Hughes
Monday, August 04, 2008
It might be wrong in their books, if so they can apply their rules to their lives.
And I'm all for murdering little lives in my womb if I want to, I'm sorry its my body, whether the life is healthy, unhealthy, male, female or any damn thing. Its my frigging body it will draw sustenance from after all. If I decide to eat junk, smoke like a chimney and fast every 5 days a week, and generally make sure the "life" goes for a toss, would someone be able to stop me? Should someone be able to stop me? Sure one fine day I might childishly decide I changed my mind, and if so I shouldn't have to give justifications to the government, the society and some random strangers. I don't see by what right someone else can tell me what to do with it. Least of all the government.
There was a time perhaps when the individual had to bow before society norms. There was a reason for it, the very survival of the species was at stake. When we were helpless in the face of plagues which wiped millions, we had to ensure the best chance of survival to every life possible. Individualism wouldn't have taken us very far. I'm sure we're not at a stage of such a precarious edge where the survival of the human species is concerned. I'm sure a few years would take us closer to babies being produced in factories, which might not be such a bad idea. Of course thats assuming the funds are channeled for that kind of research rather than passing laws and wringing hands and passing moral judgements on abortions.
And the argument that this is the same as any other murder is just infantile. This is a unique situation where this life is dependent for its very bed and breakfast on me. It exists due to my actions. Applying any other citizens individual rights to it is ridiculous. It doesn't have an individual existence yet. Why is its right to survival more important than mine to live an unhealthy lifestyle?
Which is interestingly linked with the other question of taking one's own life, another law I disagree with strongly. The government does not own my life does it? How than can it make a law threatening me with imprisonment for a failed suicide attempt? ( its actually funny if you look at it, you'd better get it right the first time, or you'd be punished for failure!) This one is actually even more fraught with contradictions than the one on abortions. To take just one, if I choose to stop eating, would I be force fed? And if so, how come those starvation deaths were not avoided ?
Frankly in this case, I think the movie had very little in common with the book. The movie though brilliantly made and acted in, is a very limited and simplified account when it comes to covering John's life. It covers mainly the schizophrenia, which I thought it did beautifully. I specially like the idea of starting out from a patient's viewpoint and how real everything is to them. However there's a lot more to him in the biography of course, a third of it doesn't even begin about his illness.
The book is a much more detailed and researched bit. In fact I would say too detailed - too many names and facts. Perhaps that inevitable with a bio, however it does diminish the enjoyment for someone who's not familiar with the mathematical circles. It does a fair job of sketching his mathematical achievements, the person himself, warts and all, the hint of the illness always lingering in the background, and the final interesting background of the Nobel itself which perhaps was the main reason that we've heard of him at all. Overall an interesting read, but could've been more interesting with less names, and more well ideas..
I loved the name though. The beauty implied is very different from the one portrayed in the movie, and thats interesting. After all beauty does lie in the eye of the beholder.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Liked it overall. Definitely no comparison with lame spiderman flicks. Wasn't a big fan of batman either, although I liked jack nicholson as the joker .
This film is certainly a better balanced one, doesn't descend completely into special effects and elaborate twists. keeps some semblance of plot. Doesn't add too much dripping emotion where none is needed, ( although it does add more than needed in a couple of places)
And of course to state the much stated, the joker is certainly the sight for sore eyes. Great acting by him, although I'd go further to say that the remaining cast was all pretty good. ( barring that single female, who was definitely very very sad. surely they could have found someone who could act? )
overall a movie worth spending money to watch at the hall, but I'm not sure what all the hype about "all time greats" is about. I mean its looks great only if you consider that it has to be believable, inspite of the silly cape flapping gentleman. And inspite of various places it slows down, ( and yes it does, i even saw someone catching a quick nap!). And there's no way it even comes close to movies like shawshank redemption, schindler's list or one flew over the cuckoo's nest.
Monday, July 14, 2008
I'd pretty much stopped watching the news, but still the glimpses one gets during the increment decrement round are bad enough. And for the past few days I'm actually getting to see whole minutes of them as I'm no longer doing the surfing.
There was a movie I'd watched once - Mad City, which left quite an impact. Perhaps I watched aeons ago, while I was still stupid enough to think that what came on tv was a big deal. That if someone said something "in front of millions of ppl" it *must* mean something. I think that movie illustrated quite clearly what is called trial by media. And also what is the meaning of distortion and character assassination.
Does anyone even check up on such a basic thing as cause and effect? That when you rattle off two words in the the same sentences, do they actually have any relation to each other? You'd think someone would at least wonder how mental trauma can cause paralysis? You'd think twice before labeling someone "haiwan"? You'd have at least some sense of proportion about say 10 routine brutal ( I mean brutal) murders in a village, and a random rare murder of good middle class girl in city? You'd have something useful to say when plastering a useless so called wrestlers face for 2 hours in the name of a "feature" ?
Friday, July 11, 2008
Sunday, July 06, 2008
But then the appeal is not about the "plot" or story, so to speak, but the way its hauntingly written.The setting perhaps is incidental, or at least not what grabs you hard. No, what holds you rivetted. is the atmosphere of something just beyond your reach, something lost, something you've always been trying to find.
And in the way you follow the characters and sometimes know just what they feel, although you have nothing in common with the "chilling jigzaw" of alternate reality thats been described on the cover jacket.
Maybe I'll try reading remains of the day as well. Perhaps the book will do what the movie certainly didn't do - grab my attention.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
This also had a couple of short stories which didn't feature Poirot or Miss Marple, which were good all the same.
That reminded me of one of her Mary Westmaccot books I'd read years ( just checked up , it was Absent in the spring) which also impressed me a lot. There's something about the way she writes, it not just the plots, mysteries or her characters, it also about how with simple straightforward english, sans any long winded boring descriptions, she can evoke a great deal of atmosphere in a situation.
Now on to another book.. tv is out of my control now!
Thursday, July 03, 2008
The courtroom dramas are good fun. Not quite in the same league as my dear Hercule Poirot which I'm reading again now, but quite enjoyable nevertheless.
A few murders, mysteries, and questions - who was it, and I'm happy!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
I went to a library today after ages, and got myself a few books. The first thing that stuck me, was the typical musty smell of books.
Brought back all the memories of the DPL, conveniently located within the apartments perimeters. the first library that started it all. The love of reading. The 10 paise membership and 5 paise fines. The Enid Blyton's, Nancy Drew, graduating to Ellery Queen. the James Hadley chase picked up by mistake, ( yes a book can actually make you want to puke! ) It was the tiny one room library , but it was such a crucial part of growing up from 8 to 14.
We moved houses later, and there were other DPLs. The same nondescript book binding ( was it green? blue ? grey? or just some shade created in the painters mixing palette? ) the prices had increased , ( ah inflation! from 10 paise to 50 paise! ) The library was much bigger, a good few rooms! But then also further from home. Change two buses and walk a bit.
But the smell was the same. The smell of books, old paper. Hope, dreams , fantasy, escape, and occasionally some learning as well!
Then there was a period of library less ness. Books were obtained mostly from friends. studies took over. then work. somewhere along the way book reading diminished. Money was easier to come by than time, or so I told myself. It was easier to pay lip service to the love of books by installing book shelves and buying books. some read, some unread, for months, even years on end. Borrowing from friends continued to be the main source of books. but then, thats mostly a smell less transaction. And it never has the same element of randomness, the thrill of discovery..
But today, after a break of a few years, I got back into a library, and remembered again, just what fun it is to inhale that musty smell, walk down a row of books, pick up an author you've wanted to read, NOT think about whether it is worth buying, and just say, lets try this and see :)
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Good movie. Sort of a whodunit. Keeps you guessing from the beginning and doesn't let you down in the end!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Started with Sharabi, and it was roaringly cheezy. Ek gana khatam nahi hota tha, ki doosra shuru ho jata tha. And of course got to see that typical naari with pallu firmly in grip.
next was Aan - men at work, which didn't seem to be a movie at all, just a collection of well known actors in different scenes. Or possibly it wasn't meant for someone of my limited IQ. I just couldn't cope with it, and had to run away from the tv and hang my head in shame.
Today was Suryavansham. Rib ticklingly atrocious. Old men, young women, pallu in hand, ( ah collector woman too - wat a pragressive movie i say!) and everyone hung up about sons and vansh. Bah.
Makes me remeber why hindi movies once made me puke. Full of caricatures of ppl, rubbing in the same society in your face, that you'd rather escape, and not an iota of creativity in sight.
Good thing I live in the times I do!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Some years ago I'd have flippantly remarked - things will even out all right. Or dismissed the parents as weak / cruel / stupid /uneducated morons. Now I'm not so sure.
Some of the worst offenders are the very well educated, smart, seemingly well adjusted folks, who you'd never imagine could consider such a thing. Good middle class parents , worried just that wee bit more about their sons performance at college than daughters. Parents regretting having educated their daughters so much that its hard to get them married now. Parents collecting dowry, and telling themselves that its just something to improve their daughter married life, not dowry.
No solutions in sight. Some of the numbers are very very unsettling.
Mumbai , 1984 , 7999 abortions out of 8000 were females.
Amartya Sen's estimations - 37 million Indian women missing already in 1987. Would you call those murders? Does that call for action on a war footing?
Dharmapuri , tamil nadu - 1997- 1999, over 3000 *recorded female infanticides , areas with 2 boys to 1 girl
Punjab 2001 - sex ratio below 850 in the *whole state.
south west delhi ( yes the posh well educated south delhi) - 2001 - sex ratio - 845.
Will things change? Who knows..
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Even tho couple of them were pretty much forgettable, the overall effect was still good. Looking forward to hindi movies!
This time it was "Evil Under the Sun" and "The Mystery of the Blue Train". Both were polished off in the span of a fortnight, when it was pretty hard to concentrate.
I absolutely adore Poirot! And I love the way Agatha, manages to usually pull off a surprise in spite of your best efforts in every second novel. Hope to complete all her works in this lifetime!
Monday, June 09, 2008
- Growing up is not about getting the answers... it about relearning the questions, and unlearning the easy answers of adolescence.
- Unexpected kindness floats where you least expect it- from total strangers at hospitals, from seniors at the workplace. The bird with feathers still sings.
- The best laid plans of mice n men, gang aft agley and leave us naught but grief and pain, for promised joy. - Burns got it right years ago.
- Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want.. doesn't mean that they don't love you with everything they've got.
- We all have reserves of strength that we can tap into and survive. jeevan kya hai, tez hawa mein deep jalana hai..
Friday, May 30, 2008
The smells of the hospital, the useless running around, the incompetent nurses, the extorsion racket in the medicines, the confusion and fear. And then after all that.. what? The stroke remains and there's still no magic wand for schizophrenia.
I'm tired today. Perhaps if it wasn't for my lifeline of friends, I would have been tired much earlier. My reserves are all used up doing the sort of things I"m no good at.
And of course the colosal calamity is that I don't have a brother or a husband. Yes, thanks society for reminding me of that once again.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Pretty much too intellectual for me, although there were passages in it which were interesting and perhaps worth a second read.
no more J M Coetzee for me
Monday, April 28, 2008
A combination of star trek, elizabeth costello, a friends blog and some vella time on hand, have me pondering - whats the point of it all? The march of civilization , the daily existentialist angst, the rat race, the progress, the fulfillment of potential or lack of it?
The questions start small as always -
Self 1 - i'm sick of work/ home.
Then of course one goes into analysis mode -
Self 2 - so tell me , help me understand this - why am I sick of everything?
hmm , why indeed ?
Self 1 - Its because I want "something else"
Self 2 - I see, and what exactly is this "something else? " Why is it needed?
Self 1 - its, umm , its a change to.. well i'm not sure really, just something else which will make me happier, and well yes happier.
after that its all downhill. From what defines happiness and is it that important anyway, down to are we any happier now than we were a 1000 years ago, and then down to what is the purpose of life after all, its just a 1 second journey. Its a journey I've often made, and haven't found it take me anywhere.
So i'm where i started out.. whats the point of it all ? No answers..
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Obtained as usual from the treasure trove of books and movies! Thanks again! :)
Sunday, April 06, 2008
I haven't read much in hindi, mostly because I never I grew up in very Angrezi environment - english newspaper, english movies, english medium school. Although papa waxed eloquent about hindi, and never quite forgave me for not taking it beyond 8th standard, but thats where things were. Read assorted short stories now and again, and perhaps a novel or two before, but never really picked up the proper hindi environment.
Something I'm trying to remedy now. And this was a pleasant beginning. It was a well written story, was scared that it might be too moralising or full of social issues sans story, but I found it just right. A good story, well written, with just the right mix of the influence of the times. The last 3-4 pages were a bit of a let down, but I guess thats ok.
Now back to completing the short stories which i had left midway.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
PN & F- Pehle Nawab & friends
DN & F- Doosre Nawab & friends
PN - Pehle aap
DN - Nahi nahi, pehle aap
PN - are, aisi bhi kya baat hai, Pehle aap
DN - hum to keh hi rahe hain, pehle aap
PN - are nahi ji, mujhe zara jaldi hai, pehle aap.
background - please mind the gap
DN - ab jaldi to yahan sab ko hai, pehle aap peeche hatiye
PN - dekhiye agar aap pehle peeche nahi hatenge to humein dhakka dena padega
DN - pehle chadhne waalon ko peeche hona chahiye, utarne waalon ko utarne deejiye
PN - are ja ja, bada aya niyam banane wala
DN (pushing to get out of the metro)
PN - ( pushing to get into the metro)
background - darwaze se hat ke khade hon
Both groups fall back, the doors close, and thus PN misses train, DN misses stop, and another day in the life of Delhi goes on.
PS - Yes I've been to Delhi again, and yes the same nostalgia, the same rude awakening.
I will never have another "home" , no other city can have those host of memories from school, college, work, friends, decades of life and memories. No other city will have a dozen fm channels in hindi, and soul satisfying chat and gol gappas in every nook and cranny.
But just two years away have weakened me, and I can't stomach it any more, home or no home. I can't stand the people any more, even tho I'm one of them. Yes we are rude, shameless, needlessly pushy, and probably less law abiding than some other city dwellers.
Nothing very new or different, it a usual story of drug lord and cop. Funnily enough, there was a scene or two that almost seemed a tribute to bollywood! It helped that it had Russel Crowe and Denzel Washington, two actors I really like.
To be watched when there's an evening to kill, and the only things on TV is news about Sehwag's toothache and Khali's dinner. In such a scenario, HBO/ Star screening this would be worth turning to!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Good acting by the dame playing Juno.
There's something about these movies..
the humour , sometimes dry, sometimes in your face..
The very very non - indian , not- identifiable setting..
the not so "normal" situations -
and yet something that touches a chord across the cultural divide.
That was something which had irritated me when HPs trial by media and society was happening, and I found myself entirely in sympathy with the company. The blame for what happened I feel had little to do with the time and place . Whether it is a late night cab being taken or a maid working in someone's home in broad day light, there are risks we've all learnt to live with. For that matter I think there must be many more rapes which domestic helps have to deal with. But that isn't our middle class media's concern. No sir, the only cases they pick up are when a medical student is the victim, or the good middle class
So what was the result of all this ? I've taken upteen cabs at all times from midnight to dawn. Not something I enjoyed because I hated missing my beauty sleep. But at least I could take them when needed without having to worry about finding a male to accompany me.
Not so any more.
Lessons learnt -
1) if the work didn't get done in regulation hours, it can wait another day
2) if it can't wait, it's better to venture out on one's own, once its done.
3) the media didn't make things better for me, it just made things more difficult.
Monday, March 10, 2008
Nevertheless, I loved the first of this trilogy - The Simoquin Prophesies. And I quite liked the second one too. The humour was delicious, specially the references to things typically indian. The story itself was rather interesting, and it was good to see that by the second book, the easy slotting of good and evil itself had blurred.
But I guess it was too good to last. I was bitterly disappointed by the third book - the unwaba revelations. There was such an awful long description of a stupid meaningless battle right in the beginning that I almost left the book mid way, and thats saying a lot. Somehow I fast forwarded past that, and it got slightly better as it went ahead. But overall it was nowhere close to the first two, not half as funny - and as far as I was concerned that meant it had pretty much lost its charm.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Time and again when I feel like ranting about people , I'm reminded of this quote I read 15 years back. So apt, so true, so insightful, so .. obvious? But yes when my own pride and vanity is hurt and I'm crying out saying - why, why, why - well then it helps to remember, the other party wasn't being rational either. They're also behaving like a wounded animal shorn of all logic. And there is not point in asking why, just accepting and moving on.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I'm not sure that a comic thriller is really an apt description. Specially in the second half , comic is not what would spring to mind very often.
But the cast and their performance is excellent and I'd say the storyline is pretty good as well. It doesn't go down the well trodden easy answers - new guy takes all storyline, the surprises along the way keep the suspense alive.
Monday, February 04, 2008
His stories are absolutely scintillating. There were some I read years and years ago, and I still remember them distinctly. The fruit at the bottom of the bowl. There will come soft rains. And then a good few ones in this collection as well- The skeleton, Ylla, The small assasin..
But the stories are all rather dark, and gloomy. There are only so many of them that I can read, before they get to me. The sheer horror he manages to evoke in a few pages, with totally novel ideas- a "dying" house, obsession leading to complete madness, contemplating our skeletons as something more.
After a few, I really need a break from the brilliant horror!
Was funny in parts. But its not easy to identify with the setting, and a good few of the references are not quite clear to me, so I'm sure some of the jokes fall flat in their faces because I simply don't understand the context.
Farewell Adrian, I hope you don't go to jail for debt, and your son gets back from Iraq safe and sound. And yes I also wish you a happly life, since I doubt we'll be renewing our acquaintance.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Could have been cut short just a wee bit, but I thoroughly enjoyed the mystery. Of course I could be a little prejudiced, because as I wrote earlier, I love the genre.
It reminded me somehow of an Agatha Christie. Yes , not everything in a murder mystery is 100% plausible, but the question is , can it take you for a ride and would you enjoy the twists and turns? In this case , yes I did. A few twists every now and again, keeps you guessing, and if its a little slow at places, well I'll forgive that.
Who was the girl? Was it a murder? What was the motive? But if.. , then why..? I like :D
a team of 11 all rounders.
a rotation of the players at all batting positions
all the players trying all variations of bowling
and keeping wicket by turns
Umm yes my workplace inspires me into innovative thinking every day !
Sunday, January 20, 2008
So after much waiting we finally caught it on PVR ( yes the boycott PVR andolan, is currently suspended) The theme and the idea behind the movie is something I really liked. The fact that the ordinary and the little out of the ordinary (even if its not quite the "extra ordinary") is part of normal life. The fact that not everyone has to be a winner. The fact that schools can often become obsessed about marks and nothing else. And of course the quote which I'd mentioned few days back as well- they also serve who only stand and wait.
However that being said, I do think that even if I agreed with everything the movie was trying to say, I didn't quite like the way it was said. Yes, it was too "mainstream" for my taste. The first half dragged. There were too many meaningless songs. There are no excuses for the pompous dialogues in the second half by Aamir Khan. There are no excuses for the caricatured characters, and none for the contrived scenes dripping with emotion.
And since you have to make this for the "masses" , at the end of the day you can't really stay true to your flagship dialogue - every child is special. Because vindication only came in the movie for the excellent painter, who eventually learned to write as expected, - not the ordinary-special child who simply would never make the cover of the school mag.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The book had far too many ordinary stories which went on and on. And I'm not sure I understood them, or could see their point. And I could do with some variation on the themes, you'd think there was nothing else in life except men desperate to get laid.
It didn't have the famous "Toba Tek Singh" and "Khol Do", which I had read earlier and liked. I guess it was just a bad compilation.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Friday, January 04, 2008
This then is a very pleasant surprise. The story is good, the script tight, the characters are realistic and well played and the editing competent.
It keeps you with the now-what feeling right up to the very last frame. Thats specially commendable, since its not really a whodunit, since we know in most of the frames who's done what. And I really liked the not-so-macho character of Johnny, quite unlike the usual protagonist.
Lets hope there are more where this came from!
The tongue firmly in cheek look at bollywood was a nice idea, but I thought some of the sequences really dragged a lot.
If nothing else the dar-e-disco song was thoroughly enjoyed :D If the movies are going to be time pass, I sure could do with some eye candy !