tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83132708956318116172024-02-19T23:44:20.240-08:00Roti Kapada aur RumRumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-68551931632943773482012-10-21T14:09:00.001-07:002012-10-21T14:09:18.116-07:00RIP Yash Chopra - Or the end of my childhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, I'll admit this is a sad way to bring back the blog, but Yash Chopra and his films were such an integral part of my life as masala converter and kid. When my mum broke the news a few hours ago, I felt gutted and then the tears were unleashed. I've never really cried over a director/celeb figure. But Yash Chopra was something different. His films were part of my growing up, and haha I will say that after 1942 A Love Story, Mashaal with my darling and supremo crush Anil Kapoor, was my second film to watch as a gullible little kid. So in a way, like many Indian kids the world over, Yash Chopra for better or worse, was a staple in our lives from the trips to the cinema as a family, or those crackly songs from Kabhie Kabhie or the newer ones like Dil Toh Pagal Hai which echoed throughout the kitchens and living rooms. As he mentioned in an interview, "The way to see a film is on the big screen. When you go to see a film in the cinema theatre, it is an event." I remember seeing Dil Toh Pagal Hai in the cinema with so many of my aunts and uncles, I mean that was an event, we took up almost a row, shuffling popcorn and drinks all around. It was just a bigger ritual when it was a Yash Chopra film, as there would be so many of us. I like to think Yash Chopra was one of the connecting forces for diasporic Indian families the world over, as superficial as it may be, he made some of the best films of Indian cinema that made us feel a tiny bit closer to that concept of "home" that was left behind. When we moved to Canada, that sense of togetherness brought on by a Yashraj film was sorely missing, yet after discovering all of his wonderful early films, we just made it an event to sit round and watch a Deewaar or my well-worn dvd copy of Mashaal! Yet I know I was his biggest fan, when he released Veer Zaara on my birthday in November, and this year's Jab Tak Hai Jaan, which I will perhaps more respect for, since it was (feels weird to use past tense so suddenly) his last film. His movies are part and parcel with that perception of Bollywood as overblown, kitschy, etc but those are just the staples that make his film unlike any other. I can safely say all those Switzerland moments always resound in my memory as the most romantic and sweepingly beautiful songs that may have messed up all my expectations of love! I definitely wanted to be that gorgeous 'woman in white', which is obviously taking it too far, but hell a teenager is a teenager living in that Bolly/Holly world! Although, it's his romantic films that bounce around in my head as signs of that all-encompassing romantic love, it's his films like Deewaar, Daag,Mashaal, Trishul, Lamhe that show us a director as versatile and brilliant than we would give him credit for. Yet Bollywood romance seems a little less magical without Yash in the picture, that's not to say it won't go on without him, but they'll still be trying to catch up to that poetic/beautiful/yearning love that has come through in nearly every film he made.<br />
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I can definitely say that some of my childhood is gone with Yash Chopra's death, as he was such a cultural force in both my childhood and teenagehood. He was truly the oft-repeated title of "King of Romance" but at heart, he was one of the most original and indelible directors in Indian cinema, I will miss him forever.Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-7790115065100866862012-07-09T15:12:00.000-07:002012-07-09T16:04:02.675-07:00Shameful Pleasures: Time to Champion my Unloved heroes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought I should start off the week, with an unabashed love-in for the many men who make me happy in the filmi love that darenot speak its name! Of course, plugging someone like Himesh is going to make many people question my taste and sanity. But so be it, I had to air my shameful laundry at some point. Even worse was when I looked at my overflowing dvd shelf, the ones categorized by the Good at the front, the timepass to the side, and the shameful and awful gathering dust at the back. I had quite the collection of wonderful rubbish that I sneakily take out and watch and hoot at on the laptop, usually peak time is the middle of the night. Quite a lot of it, has to do with my nonsensical teenage years where any young hero with a cute face and passable acting ability caught my feverish attention, hello Ashish Chaudhary! So this is quite a revisit to my teenage brain that has never really stopped shamefully loving these men!</div>
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<b>1. Himmesh Reshammiya </b>- I cannot fight it or resist that OUUUWWHHH-nasally to some, wonderfully distinctive to me- voice so I come running back every time to Himmmmesh! I do have Aap Ka Suroor on my shelf, and the soundtrack on CD, while getting surprised and dismayed looks from the uncle dvdwallah who would usually recommend the soppy crap like 'Kyon Ki' onwards. I can't help it, I tried to have a Himesh drought, which most people are commendably maintaining till the power of the nasal voice comes back! It was definitely Radio, the film that spawned this week that got me started on loving Himmesh as an actor. Sure he read his lines in monotone and sometimes overdramatic fashion in Karzzzzzzz and APS but I still liked them because he was earnest. Earnestness always wins in my books, and with Radio he acted really well, and my new gem Damadamm! He just goes on making films and music for the select group of masses who will kinda love or guiltily adore his style of acting and music. I'm definitely going to be horrendously excited inwardly when Khiladi 786 comes out with him and Akshay Kumar. My boy has cracked it to the mainstream!</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yep I went with Zayed and a cute puppy in furthering my shameful propaganda! </span></b></div>
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<b>2. Zayed Khan</b> - Okay, this is one of the ones I feel really guilty and iffy about shouting my pyar about, because my inner 13yr old adored the pants off him. I've never really broken that streak, which is why half of the shameful shelf is most of his career! I don't know what it is about Zayed that I like so much, again earnestly trying to act in a convincing manner that often doesn't work, that cute face, and his ridiculously cute early millennial movies. I did love in Main Hoon Na as the grungey cool kid Lucky, where he got a bit of exposure with SRK, but he never really bounced back from that. I will readily admit that he's not the best actor but he tries hard at it, which is why I may love him for that nostalgia factor. I think he's another example of being a star kid where it doesn't pay off to well. <span style="background-color: white;">It also helps that he's been in films with another fave hero and star kid cousin Fardeen Khan.
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<span style="background-color: white;"><b>3. Fardeen Khan -</b> Now I'm going to go out on my own plank and say this guy can really act and his early movies like the serious Dev and his early films with Ram Gopal Verma's company were very good. Again I have quite a few gems of his career on my shelf, as he did his best work when he was working for RGV films. It might good if he does revive that Qurbani project just because it would feature him and he could do something different with that epic bromance. I'm pulling at straws I know, but he's quite a dedicated actor and if he did a lot more films that weren't the comedy ones it might be better for his flailing career. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">4. <b>Tusshar Kapoor</b> - Again, a star kid who has the resources to keep churning out movies whether people see them or not. I unequivocally adore Tusshar (because he's cool on enough like Cher and Prince). He's just very cute to me, and my 15yr old self. Thankfully, Ekta gives him the best roles when she's being the producer, with Shor, The Dirty Picture, and Shootout at Lokhandwala. But he's done his most popular work in the Golmaal series where he mostly does his schtick and keeps out the way and lets the biggies like Ajay and Arshad do the work. Most people tolerate Tusshar, he's a part of that series but they wouldn't venture out and see how he falls flat in his solo projects. But again, I do seek out some of his solo hero work which ranges from the underappreciated gem (I think so) or nonsensical pervy Mr, India in Gayab or the fun Char Din Ki Chandni. </span></div>
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Wherever there is an under appreciated star kid doing mindless nonsense, you could probably bet that I may like it or own it. I think that the films are these guys star in are often so shoddy or so surprisingly good in a way that only you can appreciate and champion. Look out tomorrow for the apples horror film Darna Mana Hai!! </div>
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<b>The ideal reaction for Shameful Classics Week!</b></div>
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Yep, its that time of the summer again to revel and partake in all things filmi and masala that you really shouldn't love so much but you just do! I'm gonna move up the days a bit, so starting from Monday July 9th till the 16th onwards is a good time to get cracking. I know that I'm gonna admit to loving <b>Darna Mana Hai</b>, and especially the 'everyone-gets-turned-into-apples' storyline which is just cracktastic. Along with championing Zayed Khan as a shameful hero for his various comeback films like <b>TEZZZZZZZ</b>, which may have sucked to some, but with him, Anil, and Ajay mouthing silly lines and doing some pretty snazzy stunts too. There may just be a quick appearance for liking something as godamn trashy as <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Hate Story</b></span>, (emphasis on the supreme iffiness!) which I'm truly ashamed of liking but it falls into that Sidney Sheldon/Jackie Collins mixed with revenge masala that just somehow worked! So do let me know if you're up for revealing some love for shameful heroes or shameful classics that need to be put in that filmic canon. I'll be setting up a Delicious tracking list for all things for that week, so do let me know in the comments section below! You must have some skeletons in your closet that are yearning to come out!
</div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-47169454461829080932012-06-21T13:58:00.000-07:002012-06-21T13:58:07.737-07:00Masala Month Meme - Day 2<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Sujata (1959)</b><br />
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This lovely little film was one of Bimal Roy's later films that maybe lost between the his two classics Madhumati and Bandini. I watched this when I sneakily sat in on the Bollywood film class that my friend was taking a few years ago. Naturally the schedule had the usual gems of Raj Kapoor, Sholay, but I was really surprised to see this addition. It's so subtle and delicate in its handling of inter-caste love, as it was a remake of the 1936 classic Achut Kanya. Nutan plays the adopted Sujata, who is always reminded of her untouchable status by her mother, even though her kindly dad Tarun Bose and sis Shashikala try to treat as one of their own. Then the dashing Brahmin young guy Sunil Dutt falls for her, and you can guess all the conflict and drama that might ensue. I love that Roy approached this controversial topic by looking out how important it still is in that 60s context, and his avocation of love without signifiers like that. Sujata is quite the gardener in the film, and the songs are so gorgeous in using these motifs and symbols with such eloquence and aiding the narrative too. My favourite has to be 'Kali Ghata Chaye" when Sujata awakens to her sexuality and reveals her longings for Sunil Dutt. Nutan is so subtle and expressive here, when she finds out about her status, she takes you on that self-discovery just with her small gestures and expressions. This film may seem preachy to some, but I'll give Roy the benefit of doubt because he's crafted such a thoughtful and beautiful film.Of course there's a bit of melodrama in the finale about a blood transfusion but I'm sure you can forgive it, after all social films do come with a bit of that Hammer-on the head masala device
This gem was in competition for the 1960 Cannes Palme D'or, which is great because it is easily accessible to a Western audience, even though there were nitpickers in the class who went on and on about the melodrama! Give it a try!Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-50259073682946970342012-06-18T20:45:00.002-07:002012-06-18T20:45:43.025-07:00Masala Month-ish Challenge or Let Me Get out of this Lethargy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, I have been the most useless blogger in quite some time, however taking the cue from the fabulous and dedicated <a href="http://sotheydance.blogspot.ca/">Veraciously </a>, I'm gonna attempt to be good to this blog and my never-ending movie pyar by doing another one of those 30 day Masala Film Challenge. It'll get me back into the spirit, instead of ranting like a loonie about Salman's ridiculous biceps flex-dance or scream-admiring a dress worn on a 60s heroine to anyone and everyone. That is what the Masala Pradesh was founded for, me unleashing all my babblings and ravings of a die-hard and eternal swoon-attack ruler! I'm gonna go with the generic challenge that's caught the internet craze for the past months or so, but also I'll be inventive, so look out for favourite moustache of all time, or shameful crush of all time = HIMESSSH! So watch this space tomorrow, kids!<br />
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<b>The Dirty Picture</b><br />
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It really was one of my favourites, I've gone on about in my previous break from hibernation. It just transcends its timepass appeal with a central performance that is just brilliant, and quite frankly if you didn't get a lady boner from Vidya, then I need to admonish you severely! Forget the size zeros, and all that Vidya look hot as hell in that film. She gained the weight later in the film and was made to do those unflattering shots, but she looked so wonderful and it's heartening to see a regular woman on screen. That film really came together for me with its seeti-worthy dialogues that played for the impact and made a jab at the industry too. Milan Thuria was recently on Anupama Chopra's show talking about the 'risk' he took in making this all about one woman, that is such a revealing tidbit. It shouldn't be this hard to have a movie with a woman front and centre, sleeping around and being brazen about it. But it's definitely a step in the right direction. Of course, Thuria may have covered his back by framing it through the male gaze of Abraham, but I felt that made it a really interesting narrative in which to view Silk. Out all the films of last year, it's the one I keep rewatching and one I don't really get tired of...just yet. Maybe its the strength of Vidya's performance or the sheer gratification in seeing a strong female onscreen in so long.<br />
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<br />Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-47663930626743395132012-04-08T23:16:00.006-07:002012-04-09T00:24:57.974-07:00Masala Pradesh's Umpteenth Comeback #200 - The Dirty Picture<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoKhrr3kI6kqk3ZQHvNxapY2h5juhhyphenhyphenjVgfVCc4-3hXI7WoizsVOyOjNqpWv9_7_6E6PtXZ7uhw_MX7iFs3-o60FkmUNcOVl3nycqr0KoQZ1JXAdaZpE3jBa1VY7VfEmr8DmRoM3dLfLv/s1600/Vidya-Balan-the-dirty-picture.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoKhrr3kI6kqk3ZQHvNxapY2h5juhhyphenhyphenjVgfVCc4-3hXI7WoizsVOyOjNqpWv9_7_6E6PtXZ7uhw_MX7iFs3-o60FkmUNcOVl3nycqr0KoQZ1JXAdaZpE3jBa1VY7VfEmr8DmRoM3dLfLv/s320/Vidya-Balan-the-dirty-picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729282074388220770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I adore this woman<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;">Yes it's that time again, where I shall do my usual protestations of my busyness, but it's all true! I am still alive, even if I'm was not active at the Masala Pradesh headquarters here for several months now! I never knew third year would be so intensive with an essay due almost every two weeks or so for the past year! But like a resolute Amisha Patel, I am maintaining that hey I'M STILL FAMOUS, and I had some hits from several years ago!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I did a podcast with the wonderful gang of Asim, <a href="http://filmigirl.blogspot.ca/">Filmigirl</a>, and <a href="http://www.currybear.com/wordpress/">Curry Bear</a> where I named The Dirty Picture my #1 film of 2011. I hadn't watch 'Stanley Ka Dabba' at the time which is such a brilliant gem of a film and I will maintain that The Dirty Picture was a fabulous film for its sheer entertainment value. I don't know what it is about that film that makes me break out into a smile and think of the gorgeous Vidya Balan in the 'Ooh La La' song. I took a Gender and Women Studies course this term about women in the media, and how they are sexualized and devalued in their powerful jobs. I won't apply such a theoretical gaze to this film as it is firmly seen through a male and his gaze at times.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbDgF10hW0R3JdXxe2-p8x8yYz7-Js2XVxnfnHBCl7y7fSFfQNZVYcvfnQWfQ-ZKO3A2RRKTDF6bOi6ku04j0lnqfQSmTjYXQQuIIWcTVehbZytTJ0rUIILIAp9XlIwDMaQR-nEqdwK_o/s1600/0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbDgF10hW0R3JdXxe2-p8x8yYz7-Js2XVxnfnHBCl7y7fSFfQNZVYcvfnQWfQ-ZKO3A2RRKTDF6bOi6ku04j0lnqfQSmTjYXQQuIIWcTVehbZytTJ0rUIILIAp9XlIwDMaQR-nEqdwK_o/s320/0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729287929565315650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How fabulous and sleazy was Naseer here?!</span><br /></span></div><br /><a href="http://filmigirl.blogspot.ca/2012/01/dirty-picture-entertainment.html">Filmigirl</a> and <a href="http://sotheydance.blogspot.ca/2012/01/masala-titillation-entertainment-dirty.html">Veraciously </a>did great writeups on the movie, and I'll try not to repeat what they've said. But I do recognize that The Dirty Picture is a timepass film with some great performances. A timepass film can rise to the level of greatness with one propelling performance, and that is Vidya Balan's. I fell in love with this film because it had a lack of overt judgement for Silk's choices. Even though she may go for the casting couch, Silk has agency that is purely sexual. That is an agency in its own way, that a woman can conquer an industry based on which hero she sleeps with to get her an item song or even some dialogue. Even though Abraham (Emraan Hashmi) detests everything Silk stands for and her brazen attitude. It was just so refreshing to see a sexual heroine who was not supremely demonized for her sexual choices. I felt like here suicide was not the usual trope where the bad vamp had to be killed off. We could see that Silk was going on the usual artist downfall where the offers had dried up, she'd gotten a bit moti, and her ego had grown.<br /><br />Maybe this is me being a sucker for the usual biopic, but even though Milan Luthria followed the usual rise and fall storyline. Presenting her life through Abraham's eyes was certainly a fascinating choice that either worked or didn't depending on the viewer. It presented Silk as that mythical figure made from trivia facts and gossip, much like a Marilyn Monroe where we view the star and icon, rather than Norma Jeane. I will gripe that the earlier parts of Reshma's life were a bit rushed, but I do understand that Milan may have wanted to focus on Silk, the brazen and sexy icon. I found the Abraham angle interesting as he completely hated her and the sudden turnaround felt partly natural as he discovered Silk's deeper side.<br /><br />Vidya Balan was absolutely stupendous in this role, and even if we saw only a bit of Reshma, and more Silk, she gave the character such layers and depth. Her sexuality was at the forefront of the film, and the film does not paint her in the victim role. Silk has agency throughout even through her bad choices near the end, and that is what made her such a fascinating central character. It was so heartening to see a woman with sexual agency in an Indian film and though the film frames it through a male's view we do gain an insight into Silk's unabashedly defiant nature.<br /><br />The film makes fabulous swipes at the hero-dominated industry, as Suryakant (Naserruddin Shah) is now playing a son to his previous heroine who is now stale and passe enough to play his mother. To have a woman asserting her only power in this industry by selling sex through her item numbers and scandalous films is a great rejoinder to the men she uses along the way. The dialogues were so filmi and powerful in the Nyla moments and Silk's big speech at the awards. They were the right mix of topical issues and seeti-inducing! Suryakant is perhaps one of the most fabulous roles Naseeruddin has played for a long time! The way he drawls out his sleazy lines and filmi dialogues is downright worth the DVD. The less said about Tusshar in his silly and camp side role the better!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZk_puBukYlnnGqqET93fgO_8ySVfgfChHATDLIdm3bE1AeAKxsCsopsvwZqJVsjxi7fNQqGGsk06JC-85I1Kvekji8kDBJUhyMFd1NF1KOlkxElhU9SjA_GXIExIaWqL2_MA-x2nab0t/s1600/hqdefault.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZk_puBukYlnnGqqET93fgO_8ySVfgfChHATDLIdm3bE1AeAKxsCsopsvwZqJVsjxi7fNQqGGsk06JC-85I1Kvekji8kDBJUhyMFd1NF1KOlkxElhU9SjA_GXIExIaWqL2_MA-x2nab0t/s320/hqdefault.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729295111248755362" border="0" /></a><br />Balan looked utterly gorgeous here too, and even though critics went on and on about her adding on the pounds, she just rocked that NORMAL figure with ease. In a sea of size zeroes, and visible ribcages in the bikini shots, it was just such a respite to see a normal woman onscreen. I did argue with a friend in that class who I made watch this film. My friend saw Silk as a complete indoctrinated female that could not escape the femine trap and had to use sex as the only means to get ahead. This is definitely true, but since the film frames it through Abraham's eyes we will only see Silk in the mythmaking vein. Sexual agency is often disdained in feminist theory as women are falling back on the standardized female trap in order to gain power and express their views. But in film like this, sexual agency is what defines Silk as a character, who polarizes everyone in the industry she performs in. She's too brazen for normal roles, and her sexuality are the factor that rake in the money, it's a brilliant dichotomy that film sets up but doesn't resolve.<br /><br />The Dirty Picture will always be in the rewatch pile. It offers a woman who is unafraid to sleep around to get ahead in the industry, and she is hated on for doing just that. If anything, it is Vidya Balan's brilliant performance that lends itself to varying interpretations of Silk's strength as a strong female character. Thankfully, it's exam time so I have a bit of time to start writing again and assert that I am not just the Ameesha Patel of the Bolly blogosphere!<br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-60491547646663271762011-11-10T12:52:00.016-08:002011-11-10T14:46:07.452-08:00Masala Pradesh Returns: Attack of the Moustaches!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDWT84E2NjIu8xjDZgxkBkiHUQIbFLXLmp0jy8Da0UklzM9AjIzb9naTiY3HDtnQxWy1bRSfz_PXI-jMTCm4CfzNBkfB0q_Gv7iePv0namN2Kn4p0UtGFz_ZobOdUSQhqnalsJcfVetlO/s1600/004f7t5w.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDWT84E2NjIu8xjDZgxkBkiHUQIbFLXLmp0jy8Da0UklzM9AjIzb9naTiY3HDtnQxWy1bRSfz_PXI-jMTCm4CfzNBkfB0q_Gv7iePv0namN2Kn4p0UtGFz_ZobOdUSQhqnalsJcfVetlO/s320/004f7t5w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673475452741005506" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mouche+Shatru bombast = SWAGGER<br /></span></div><br /><br />First of all, let me say a resounding SOOOORRRRRYYYY! For being so behind on blogging and even twittering less and less these days! Life as we all know, smashes all of my favourite vices like blogging, tweeting like a teenager, watching movies all away come Uni time! And it really does make me sad, but fret not I shall always complain and grumble about the small town i live in and the lack of Indian films being shown here. If i didn't then mera naam Rumnique nahi!<br />Alas along with November being my birthday month, the male species have decided to make it so much more worthwile by adding some fuzz to their lips, and generally looking like dapper young men. Along with <a href="http://shahrukhislove.blogspot.com/2011/11/mooch-love.html">Ness</a> and <a href="http://dolcenamak.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-movember-zoom-in-on-staches.html">Dolce and Namak's</a> mouche post, I had to jump on the bandwagon being the sheep that I am. Now that i enter the non-stationary age of 21, I thought my post had to tie in with my usual birthday post to talk about the formative moustache men of my life!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NBTCZWlwwcpUCfbXFq8K8DDVj9W-NDwygC8QvcafdoAvO7tnOd5UyTie3hnAOslvPE_3_l__2RWDgG2Pnw65_GuabHxW7dwl4swfk9KJSUNV5iNhPAC3X26UFS3UYQyZ9vGIm6wfRqFE/s1600/0041aq8b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NBTCZWlwwcpUCfbXFq8K8DDVj9W-NDwygC8QvcafdoAvO7tnOd5UyTie3hnAOslvPE_3_l__2RWDgG2Pnw65_GuabHxW7dwl4swfk9KJSUNV5iNhPAC3X26UFS3UYQyZ9vGIm6wfRqFE/s320/0041aq8b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673476152665864290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">1.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Anil Kapoor</span></span> - Now you would think I've had enough gushing over my favourite man, but I haven't every year I thank the king of moustaches in my life: Anil! Take a bow sir, and slap for ruining my life as well, expecting all my gentleman callers to have such pompadour hair and glorious mouche like that on them! Over the years, like the ridiculous fan girl I am, I noticed that Anil had many different styles of mush like this:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pCDI3vczYpL0I7_4gPqrAGr-p-3ivrb5IqZwNn4b9QMMDwCGumZfH5A65fAEmQBX02Ovf3V6I5w5ZcV7mqOFthkpqJq6XnlMBgdoEI7oX-tJQFKyulUJ8VHeQFN8Ei2K3E4qbbKBJ3SD/s1600/sunglasses+again.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pCDI3vczYpL0I7_4gPqrAGr-p-3ivrb5IqZwNn4b9QMMDwCGumZfH5A65fAEmQBX02Ovf3V6I5w5ZcV7mqOFthkpqJq6XnlMBgdoEI7oX-tJQFKyulUJ8VHeQFN8Ei2K3E4qbbKBJ3SD/s320/sunglasses+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673478012688494834" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">A more manlier thicker one!<br /></span></div>But I like the spontaneity he gives with his earlier films, from the pencil thin ones from Woh Saat Din to the iconic mush of Parinda and all of his later films. Like a fine wine, Anil's mush though now a very tame rectangular beard in his Hollywood films, just gets better and better to look at when i pop a dvd in from the 80's or Noughties, there are things to swoon over! So here's to the moustachioed man of my dil!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkrL5KqfPZ0iOvRzkhvycgcifTQhl3Ds6TnKRKGID1BYkQpcyj9WeRjEVo_tKHs0IFQU7bPoKEVRD3QPC_nLfpBwSJbXvP_GseKWprg13ASsc7lgfqnPza9CQoCM_0MfEw4OjNXcWGkF-/s1600/jackie_shroff004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkrL5KqfPZ0iOvRzkhvycgcifTQhl3Ds6TnKRKGID1BYkQpcyj9WeRjEVo_tKHs0IFQU7bPoKEVRD3QPC_nLfpBwSJbXvP_GseKWprg13ASsc7lgfqnPza9CQoCM_0MfEw4OjNXcWGkF-/s320/jackie_shroff004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673482174978489170" border="0" /></a><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Jackie Shroff </span>- my sister's old fave moustachioed man! Now here is where a mouche worked wonders for a man, that mouche made him look so mysterious and sexy! Again it all stems back to that wicked and evil first movie 1942:A Love Story where both Anil AND Jackie appeared in to begin the hysteria! Now before he got a bit blobby and appearing in a long line of mediocre movies, Jackie was my second fave moustache man and I used to go through almost all of his film on Zee Tv in London! And that mouche just worked with his image of the dark and brooding hero who loved to dishoom someone, growl out his lines, and occasionally frolic about in his infamous Speedo in Rangeela!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVe07oPgUqQaJTSyGhe7qF8tK7y4hTQs87pyky5ev4x3Kmgl14FZag1ayc5qeqWAl0Vl_xc9fbc7urXz_lOr0pdQwAWsl1ltvznW0QCNURPawQEYmzlptlkLjttYJ_JmqlBrA8r_1QSs5X/s1600/lux69863843645+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVe07oPgUqQaJTSyGhe7qF8tK7y4hTQs87pyky5ev4x3Kmgl14FZag1ayc5qeqWAl0Vl_xc9fbc7urXz_lOr0pdQwAWsl1ltvznW0QCNURPawQEYmzlptlkLjttYJ_JmqlBrA8r_1QSs5X/s320/lux69863843645+%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673484146300771762" border="0" /></a><br />3. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Raj Kapoor </span></span>- again this might be a repetitive list of all the men I love who just happen to have moustaches but I shall argue that a moustache maketh the man! In the case of this RK, he was a very beautiful man and that mush gave him that edge that made me go swoony like I do with an Errol Flynn or Robert Taylor. He just had that look that would not be out of place in an old Hollywood film. In the case of Raj it certainly did as he just looked odd without it as in Aag where he looked almost pubescent! And I think when I saw Awara or Shree 420, that Raju the tramp look was helped by his look and the mush which was so distinct and pencil thin without being the usual stuck on line across your lip-look which heroes these days try and pull off! And I may need to add a whole new chapter to my long RK essay about his mush for another time!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaaPkyCVoDxuAaBzForLYgKuVViTiJBLBda6rnnR8UHiYkoKt-JsD6TxenyJBS_iyV7aNPXhJvr_gXcINEIb50Dajhxy_S9qR5cOEA9yZyGPRaOZmZoVIuc742DbSA9beaNINwgespgyf/s1600/BLACKMAIL+%252838%2529.BMP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaaPkyCVoDxuAaBzForLYgKuVViTiJBLBda6rnnR8UHiYkoKt-JsD6TxenyJBS_iyV7aNPXhJvr_gXcINEIb50Dajhxy_S9qR5cOEA9yZyGPRaOZmZoVIuc742DbSA9beaNINwgespgyf/s320/BLACKMAIL+%252838%2529.BMP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673486702049877138" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The king of rakish mouches!<br /></div>4. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shatrugan Sinha</span></span> - Now a list without Shatru would be injustice in the Masala Pradesh! He just exudes rakishness and bad behavior, and I think the mush adds to that! When I saw the fabulous Blackmail and my first Shatru film, he just blew me away with his laconic and stylish attitude! He played the bad guy so well, and you could tell he meant business with those hilariously scandalous pictures he had with Rakhee! Now his moustache is all thin but he still has something dangerous about him even as an oldie!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbU9b6KqxvYj3nORy4IVAJPt7nMM_u4yWDtSY2cus6mQq4uRCYwGJgFgG6xUo2YY-4k3W3Qku-olfL13CrNpBugmjPgPFR4yT7y4es_ukFsaZ46MzolMtC-xvQgufYTQw8LMJgWIg7RP/s1600/Raavan%252BPhotocall%252B63rd%252BCannes%252BFilm%252BFestival%252B8xoXYdYjLozl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjufbU9b6KqxvYj3nORy4IVAJPt7nMM_u4yWDtSY2cus6mQq4uRCYwGJgFgG6xUo2YY-4k3W3Qku-olfL13CrNpBugmjPgPFR4yT7y4es_ukFsaZ46MzolMtC-xvQgufYTQw8LMJgWIg7RP/s320/Raavan%252BPhotocall%252B63rd%252BCannes%252BFilm%252BFestival%252B8xoXYdYjLozl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673489296913833154" border="0" /></a>5. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Vikram</span> - Ughh I'm already dying of mouche pyar attack! I don't what it is about Vikram, actually it's the mush of course, that gives me a fainting attack?! I saw him all those years ago in the original Sethu/Tere Naam and I had the usual preconceptions about South Indian films that the actors were all plain but moustachioed (it had some potential there!) and it was all OTT, but now looking back that is totally what I love about these films! And Vikram was just amazing in that movie and again the mush helps! He has that Jackie Shroff mysterious and dangerous look to him that just sets off any lady's swoon-o-meter!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn-OzjilcAEL0AMgy5eycUD0Gl1dXuip7j3NxSjAUiy5CRpVtMWuijgXhGS7d9X44qub0XknGGScy268i1BWp-cfj9fj7j3iK6sCCbENNlGbWtQ-G6WL78UuHIkJfeJi9er5h0fIzlACG/s1600/ajay52.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicn-OzjilcAEL0AMgy5eycUD0Gl1dXuip7j3NxSjAUiy5CRpVtMWuijgXhGS7d9X44qub0XknGGScy268i1BWp-cfj9fj7j3iK6sCCbENNlGbWtQ-G6WL78UuHIkJfeJi9er5h0fIzlACG/s320/ajay52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673492471832057490" border="0" /></a><br />6. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Ajay Devgn</span> - It is quite amusing to search for Ajay on search engines with the original surname Devgan bringing up his clean-shaven past, and the Devgn with his accepted and much better moustachioed look! Maybe its also the hair, the Devgan lad had the floppy Hugh grant silly look in his previous films, and with the mouche and tidied up hair he looks dapper and swoony again! In Singham with that mouche that was almost approaching his predecessor Surya's length, he managed to pull it off with style. And I have to say, that I can't stand him without a mouche, or if he has to be a grassless lawn then there must be some stubble or something there!<br /><br />The Hall of Moustache Shame and InBetweeners<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gAzhs0rz4prN41R3Asn4n_XpmcXQ_8wfkyt0WGvTFOVI68dpEFSIs34G4u7Xkm8QDoUQuH1et-pmqGXI6HBhtEd3-XyxNQ4FKioTO1ymyhyphenhyphenqbSwEKsyovi9-7K2ekC1Nl98bR736YaIm/s1600/1695.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7gAzhs0rz4prN41R3Asn4n_XpmcXQ_8wfkyt0WGvTFOVI68dpEFSIs34G4u7Xkm8QDoUQuH1et-pmqGXI6HBhtEd3-XyxNQ4FKioTO1ymyhyphenhyphenqbSwEKsyovi9-7K2ekC1Nl98bR736YaIm/s320/1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673494975044262754" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Sorry Surya, veering into the porn star mush!</span><br /></div><br />7. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Surya</span></span> - I have really tried to like Surya with a mouche but he just can't get it right! Just look at the above one, what the hell is going on with the bass note looking curl there?! He nails the stubble look and the full beard look with aplomb but he is such an Inbetweener! He cannot find a mouche to appease the Masala Pradesh standards! But Surya is a seriously cute actor and his smile is unbelievably adorable so the judgement is that Surya with a stubble to almost clean shaven is a go, but try and hone in that mush one of these days!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EIL8dOhHxVHJNovYgldw4yz_67epdXhx8euOn7UTKtm8ZvZ0dkei5E4InCzFeiXzHc-uO_joVAd4BdWwjqUVCTkJoz9VzqFAOcel77EywLJNc-HBFHk1KBOloqdT2kET5FO1DwHVm0AI/s1600/msm1_0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3EIL8dOhHxVHJNovYgldw4yz_67epdXhx8euOn7UTKtm8ZvZ0dkei5E4InCzFeiXzHc-uO_joVAd4BdWwjqUVCTkJoz9VzqFAOcel77EywLJNc-HBFHk1KBOloqdT2kET5FO1DwHVm0AI/s320/msm1_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673497698012576642" border="0" /></a><br />8. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shahid Kapoor</span></span> - Yeh kya bakwaas hai? was the immediate reaction to this nonsense fluff on his upper lip! I really do get what he was going for, trying to look older and a bit more distinguished, but this look is banished from the Moustache Land! Hell even a stubble makes him a look a lot better like in Kaminey, but bleeurgh!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >The International Hall of Fame</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RDuYhs6cqfJuV4gN__nvO4BLT8t1SFZ-F86H5V4rSAgONayXGgFnqJwtIF5zKdGLTTVIEtgAlZbnBzCFJgSl8E2W9q9mKteRjqFBC_kkgbb-EZXo5M3qeyXX9mhGCOFmnzoSxUWt6r_e/s1600/lawrencetitle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RDuYhs6cqfJuV4gN__nvO4BLT8t1SFZ-F86H5V4rSAgONayXGgFnqJwtIF5zKdGLTTVIEtgAlZbnBzCFJgSl8E2W9q9mKteRjqFBC_kkgbb-EZXo5M3qeyXX9mhGCOFmnzoSxUWt6r_e/s320/lawrencetitle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673499467662815954" border="0" /></a><br />9.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Omar Sharif</span></span> - It was my friend's mistake for taking me to see Lawrence of Arabia for the first time on the big screen. However gorgeous and cinematic Omar's little speck entry was, I coined it as 'The Entry of the most gorgeous moustache ever put to screen!" I managed to gasp egregiously loud and embarrassed my friend forever! But he is just exceedingly beautiful and to add to my shameful list I did gasp in another swoon attack when I saw him much later in 'Monsieur Ibrahim' he just aged so nicely but has maintained that mush that captured my heart when i was 17!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLjUt1oEWyvyYFa6qaPK0g0JYfxQ5rK0Mnt54GnwBza16BcCwHidWkXnGitI5Y8bbwjIlYkUOpuFL0Mx64GcYuh6gq2EQl7wM_j1g0Xy4HXFVbBtxw93spvsGK9g0Py2fUQ4scT3fJJB1/s1600/tom_selleck_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLjUt1oEWyvyYFa6qaPK0g0JYfxQ5rK0Mnt54GnwBza16BcCwHidWkXnGitI5Y8bbwjIlYkUOpuFL0Mx64GcYuh6gq2EQl7wM_j1g0Xy4HXFVbBtxw93spvsGK9g0Py2fUQ4scT3fJJB1/s320/tom_selleck_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673500944851804642" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Yes, I needed a beefcake picture like that<br /></span></div><br />10. Mouche deigned from heave+ tiny chuddi shorts = DUH.... (drools like Homer)<br /><br />So there you have my top 10, and I am so glad to be back to blogging after so long, and I hope to be reviewing a lot more now that assignments and essays are almost done and due soon! ALSO honourable mentions to Abhishek who is hereby barred from going clean shaven, and Orlando Bloom who almost made me go and see Three Musketeers for his Anil Kapoor channeling! What are some of your faves?Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-91511667270660449332011-07-07T14:06:00.010-07:002011-07-07T14:56:16.191-07:00Shameful Pleasures Quick Bite: The Unabashed High School Crush Edition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRDQjdSK7NGu0iI9tVe-vCYwIvweQQVZqApgY5acGL1pHL03uDIDURIRnedAEKh8gFCpnvHIwc8kJDijjGkWP1fGO0j-nya3pV3miQCJf5_-OJjNBTfwgX25lr0l9cEr2OcDQLa0LipU/s1600/magnum_pi_tom_selleck.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRDQjdSK7NGu0iI9tVe-vCYwIvweQQVZqApgY5acGL1pHL03uDIDURIRnedAEKh8gFCpnvHIwc8kJDijjGkWP1fGO0j-nya3pV3miQCJf5_-OJjNBTfwgX25lr0l9cEr2OcDQLa0LipU/s320/magnum_pi_tom_selleck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626719936692330706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>A Shameful Icon: Mr Magnum Pi or Tom Selleck</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Well you may be wondering why the total heartthrob Tom Selleck is the first Shameful Crush, well it's a long story my yaaron! I first moved to the all encompassing North American continent in 2002, and we'd only just bought a TV and my sister and I couldn't find any other kids channel except the super Baby channel and lots of reruns that interested us. So Magnum Pi became our babysitter! I would run home school at 3 to meet and swoon over the new pyar of my life! The shame bit comes in a bit later, as besotted as I was a 13 yr old I found a People Mag of Sexiest Man Alive editions in our lobby and instead of hanging up Johnny Depp or George Clooney, I cut out Tom Selleck and many of his TV friends. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1WW9Hj1vP_4RfK4DKHApAFjmvwFOu3GT0Ut8CSWfypIPz685vXHMjJgxqGgDW99T00EZtfoobJVJryESe_Xaq1a7FSZqy_VeZcdcE_Fux5Sghrkyjn5Y-LnfVvS_V4TsxM5ZxqWLsvbt/s1600/alg_rockford_files.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1WW9Hj1vP_4RfK4DKHApAFjmvwFOu3GT0Ut8CSWfypIPz685vXHMjJgxqGgDW99T00EZtfoobJVJryESe_Xaq1a7FSZqy_VeZcdcE_Fux5Sghrkyjn5Y-LnfVvS_V4TsxM5ZxqWLsvbt/s320/alg_rockford_files.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626726436931784802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I'm sorry this man was a total stud in his heyday</b>!</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Tom was very special to me and his elevated status made him worthy of putting up in my high school locker! My friends had already witnessed the budding vintage lover burgeoning in me and thought nothing of it when I waxed lyrical about the short length of his shorts in each episode. Unfortunately one time, the ubiquitous bunch of cool kid saw my decorated shrine of locked and ribbed to death about having really old ugly men in my locker. I suddenly felt so ashamed of James Garner - Mr Rockford, Tom, Desi Arnaz -Mr Lucy and of course Amitabh circa his hotness age in the 70s! So after so much ribbing I took them down and put the latest craze at the time Aaron Carter (WT absolute F was I thinking??) and Spaghetti hair Justin Timberlake, but still it did not make me happy to greet them every time i got a text book! But if I restored the natural order of Arnaz, Bachchan, and Selleck to the locker I would just die in my outcast state! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIIHm1wn7Xe8YlvoL41eAqHAuNihFvxcqLWmfmbrF083SKgJ342yjm2kOkgjYXi6GsLLvfqUsk8ErL1RnP1OAaWp1UuI-3rpqNs7poSeg8MCMaGwEkzfcFIhxqOIRvyvwaMPrG350V-b5/s1600/pic03_amitabh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIIHm1wn7Xe8YlvoL41eAqHAuNihFvxcqLWmfmbrF083SKgJ342yjm2kOkgjYXi6GsLLvfqUsk8ErL1RnP1OAaWp1UuI-3rpqNs7poSeg8MCMaGwEkzfcFIhxqOIRvyvwaMPrG350V-b5/s320/pic03_amitabh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626731219719110050" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>I had a big pink heart circling his head in this one!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>But good sense prevailed and my friends added their own shameful icons of gorgeous anime characters and surprisingly Mr Rogers! </div><div><br /></div><div>I know this should have been a proper revelation of Love Love Love with Aamir and Juhi but I had to share the origins of all this shame! As it's the devil in all of us to love the scandalous and duds that no one likes, because that sets us apart and it gives a well deserved superiority complex with 'What hell didn't they see in Pyar Karke Dekho! Such a mature and bold film!" and cheers to that!</div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-51789582852880160252011-07-05T20:04:00.005-07:002011-07-05T22:22:50.497-07:00Shameful Classic: Mumbai Se Aaya Mera Dost - The Attack of the Killer TV!<span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJZHgQ6QKBiLuA45inEbjEXnu1S6FGM0oPE0rYKbWJ5x53JjGEl0jTY7VWdVd_eHlnkkxxTP5Louz74IRNi7P2mz10lVc72kq3Mk8uTFiFQH-YCmdcWmcj8PkgRXIuuARdk87k01QDjI/s1600/mm-teewee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJZHgQ6QKBiLuA45inEbjEXnu1S6FGM0oPE0rYKbWJ5x53JjGEl0jTY7VWdVd_eHlnkkxxTP5Louz74IRNi7P2mz10lVc72kq3Mk8uTFiFQH-YCmdcWmcj8PkgRXIuuARdk87k01QDjI/s320/mm-teewee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626070170048890418" /></a></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This is Tony, the evil killer idiot box!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I simply had to start Shameful Classics off with a resounding Kabooom with one of the most special duds and classics of Abhishek Bachchan's illustrious career! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Mumbai Se Aaaya Mera Dost </b>(2003) is that wunderkind of a movie that captured my 13 year old dil! I was already a fan of Abhishek since he began, but even I could recognize the dreck he started off with, so seeing the promos to this film got me so excited see it! It's also intertwined with my life, I moved to Vancouver in 2002 and this was my first summer being back to my <i>desh ki dharti</i> and the promos made it look so intense and a gamechanger role for Abhishek. It wasn't out at that time, but seeing the bombardment of promos got to my young mind! I was determined to see this against Tere Naam which released on the same day. Two very diverse roles for both Salman and Abhishek and naturally we know who won in the end and had legions of idiotic boys copying that dreadful Hugh Grant mixed with gangster floppy shag! But once I came back to horrid(come on i was a angry teenager!) Vancouver I vowed to search for the best available print to continue my support of Abhishek over all other heroes. And by chance the best Aunty dvdwallah had both films in a 2 in 1 disc. Needless to say Tere Naam was watched several years later!</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So a nostalgic tale later, this just had to be on this list because it is so shameful to like this nonsense film but I adore it! Shameful is as the dictionary say<span class="Apple-style-span">s <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; background-color: transparent; cursor: default; ">disgraceful</span><b> </b><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; ">or</span><b> </b><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "><b>scandalous scandalous behavior </b> and it fits perfectly with this film as I can't help but feel ashamed to champion something that loses steam so quickly and has the stupidest plot line revolving a TV. But it works as a Shameful Classic because for me its reminder of a gullible 13 yr old being taken in by the hype machine and being 20 and still loving it! However being me, and my wicked sense of humour, modesty be damned there, I need to champion the best character of the film: TONY THE TV!</span></span></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But first let's get to the egregious filler: The film suffers from such a Lagaan hangover featuring the same baritone voice of Bachchan Sr at the beginning, many of the same cast members, a rural setting. The promos heightened this element to the max with an intense Abhishek brooding all the way through and glaring. His entry is suitably smouldering:</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS7KZWCp1sHe9AVI0ZyQc5R63p3wHzM_WOvEpLj-0oRNKR5kIBz0h3T7_5J0bZSrV_fjZxmwmdPnXNrlkcwpjQWRRyGg1bEdhHd19VXZ7lycujmIrryjShc_9NpPj58YdlRzyQRhx7s4Y/s320/mm-beautiful+stranger.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626077508106041490" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Ohh who's kohl rimmed eyes are those?</span><br /><br /></div><div>The film features so many spectacular entrance scenes for each major character which still impresses me and the 13 yr old inside, the other villain than Tony the TV is Thakur (Yashpal Sharma) who emerges in all his unibrow and hairy glory from the river, with foreboding chanting screeching in the back. So just in case you didn't know he was EEEVIL:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7E8n2YowVbGMovDobtc2viZ21DsqGoqJ824iiPYjxnJqdX0qdfyDHrRusChh-CykmFNta9EdCb51AtrIWj4ziUgQG5nZQKZ94eFnkB0n7LWSsAkFw2u3tseG-R4vS8NC_zl3p2QmwT8M/s320/mm-entry.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626078473656591986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">This was a very entertaining entry for a 13 yr me!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div>There's also the ridiculously well-dressed and gorgeous village belle Kesi (Lara Dutta) whose designer black chuni flows off her face to reveal her to our lovelorn hero. I have to admit the makeup and designer did such a good job in the envy department, just look at her jewels:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUXDxQfVuKsXVWV4as2Ewcx_OQBOC-gaZxn2ISPIIxcDU2NLXPlM0fa9S8Pf_og_-jHo5lbL1iGRgPjjx-PjKi1mCnf1dpPd2j8hCxz-0OxIE1d0xvpRTPP5hxViwZvVl22JnjDpYQls/s1600/mm-jewels.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUXDxQfVuKsXVWV4as2Ewcx_OQBOC-gaZxn2ISPIIxcDU2NLXPlM0fa9S8Pf_og_-jHo5lbL1iGRgPjjx-PjKi1mCnf1dpPd2j8hCxz-0OxIE1d0xvpRTPP5hxViwZvVl22JnjDpYQls/s320/mm-jewels.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626081567882335714" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Diamond necklace, sparkly earrings, and fabulous eye makeup: the modern gaon ki chori!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>The Tale of Troublesome Tony the Dictator TV</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>But getting to best stuff is the brilliant entrance of Tony the TV and his equally deadly friend Sally the Satellite cable! Like I said, this film is redonkulous, a complete case of super editing in the trailers betraying my angry teenagerly heart. Kanji the newly returned boy from the city brought these two to his gullible village:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOPqM2mFY9qvqlGhz1TIZ-C10iXCul4F6glBO1KH4gnuHYTfyjNKSluAezqVl5IqrWrkZwtZZX1SmgX4gagV-jiZdS39p0aZAGlVBcyysp60PuFg_sjK_7KEA0V1-a0kzl1UFvrVSirc/s1600/mm-all+hail.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWOPqM2mFY9qvqlGhz1TIZ-C10iXCul4F6glBO1KH4gnuHYTfyjNKSluAezqVl5IqrWrkZwtZZX1SmgX4gagV-jiZdS39p0aZAGlVBcyysp60PuFg_sjK_7KEA0V1-a0kzl1UFvrVSirc/s320/mm-all+hail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626084531649108946" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">All hail the modern invention of the SATELLITE!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Upon Tony's entry, he sends the villagers into a quandry about what he might be: are he and evil Sally a giant water umbrella or a boat? The film is actually quite hilarious in these moments of culture shock, I can shamefully say with a lot of hints of pride that I haven't laughed like that since the actual classic of my youth Deewana Mastana! Before you say, Besharam at my comparison ! Here's why there is so much win in this movie, Tony the evil TV introduces the villagers to many other shameful movies like a lot of CHICHI:</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlpA9gxKu6QDVhjdBBIzkbbzMT1vRPHBc-Ywd8I-fDfaUjGHoqFQB7bAehfKkZSeXIPF6W0BREQeNXlWWAHTXNeJxLSvaXWpzFARyF25dMkFFNWLmQcfRrGllaTcNYNBeXOXiTST2nT8/s320/mm-chichi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626085901230499010" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Chichi in his actual chuddis has been unleashed on the innocent folk!</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div>There are two comic relief characters that Tony has it in for! Tony introduces the local barber to a very naff Feroz Khan-the-cowboy movie who has a hilarious dream about being a Rajasthani gunslinger with his Clint pose and cigarrello: </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeig7Pwn7VliCDhJOsM64bpH1UISq9s-hWcgmj8ITIaSWTYjIL7Uj747mLb6e3YSsi9lZVAW7qdYshfaUto_beTwWjKPtIwAqABhFtJOyHml7ZZbnKhnJdYcwauzWclhK77wyAgAJ3VxQ/s1600/mm-faceoff.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeig7Pwn7VliCDhJOsM64bpH1UISq9s-hWcgmj8ITIaSWTYjIL7Uj747mLb6e3YSsi9lZVAW7qdYshfaUto_beTwWjKPtIwAqABhFtJOyHml7ZZbnKhnJdYcwauzWclhK77wyAgAJ3VxQ/s320/mm-faceoff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626086773206291042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I love the irreverence of this film, gunslinger getup with the trusty donkey!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>One other comic relief man is introduced to the equally awful and shameful masterpiece Jaani Dushman, not the fab old one, but the new one! Tony entrances him into performing his life in slow motion steps. He even causes a very Sergio Leone filmed face off between the two men, which veers into the batshit and hilarious. I really cannot emphasize how bad it is that I was hooting with laughter as the film increasingly became revolved around the TV! That's not the best/worst of it in a very meta moment I found that Tony the TV reached his terrorizing hilt when he spied Abhishek enjoying the subliminal messages of the Chichi films and Sandy Danza cooking shows, he decided to inflict such pain upon him with showing a kiss or otherwise known as 'The Founding Father of Sexy Snogs' with Karishma and Aamir in Raja Hindustani: </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKUQzWALAbLvMpNc7lzVrfPNAmGvL31X7zDeQ06CrJG_uTW74HIs4ejZ9XHj7la2s4iMVeE5grFZkaqKKvR-rHEso_sc4mYAHOlZh-OZ_gNu2zCfgDcCh-RVTRPVYKaSNMGWU3q-fP9w/s1600/mm-awkberg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKUQzWALAbLvMpNc7lzVrfPNAmGvL31X7zDeQ06CrJG_uTW74HIs4ejZ9XHj7la2s4iMVeE5grFZkaqKKvR-rHEso_sc4mYAHOlZh-OZ_gNu2zCfgDcCh-RVTRPVYKaSNMGWU3q-fP9w/s320/mm-awkberg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626091013681260770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Tony the TV at the height of his ruthless reign!</span></div></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYdUvZMaJIhsKREqN1fUwyZQAzFSFxXqDZck7WCDGiPdO8Fwgl2UwJEkcvDn7VKuTJ3ZRHUzJ-3_x7h1SVqXcbdcgq4tQUxWK-SBBCx5WvoHSz5QhyvF-tMARM2HOeXdOXh2eoxMJLpvw/s320/mm-awkberg2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626091370663934130" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Just look at the defeated and crestfallen Abhi :(</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In a cavalcade of contrivances all orchestrated by the crap screenwriter or by the secret machinations of Tony and Sally, a war of epic proportions breaks out! </div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnZfpesUbXCTAB7B29A8lZ3xAe7HQXumKk4e1CzyxdAv3Qew-QUIuzzeEaYyFEMQA-03bZKuL7KERmWcwWq5Bf2reiBnFzpPOanwjrOmWeQeHT9yWx5JAurTLRGYIdT4rNTaNpRczJMo/s320/mm-devil.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626093785837068770" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">TV - The Devil's recruiter!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdW7BsjOWO4ZeHg2EPluu19MAp7vH3Vlqc0p4i5KptA6AztEAGsDMJPetLA5BjPEU-M2LAke5ELb-nB-xAd-B7Af_GZfXkBqMj7XArLMAEP4LDyARTKzSmDDNGKOjf3uJZeNv_T-bzyWY/s320/mm-magic+box.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626094434717808962" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Hai Hai! Tony can also usurp power like a proper 80s villain might!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes a war that all stems from the TV, as the local evil pundit stirs a war of sizes between Tony and the Thakur's TV the more modest Mini! Tony will not have his reputation tarnished and his brainwashing works on all the villagers as they take up arms against Thakur and Mini! This also calls for a dramatic/howlarious and tough song of battle:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi686Yp5jzh7TdxOOUP2CyIF-zc6qozaQLFmOFGykXjP8YDm4mSbUK85GxwXkTkT8YPCu0u8D2rc0aO6NiBKZxwy1tZBpx5eHa7MNtBc8sd-uXpmqVjb02X8cuqiOJ3QK8RUUwX1umcBLA/s1600/mm-rrawr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi686Yp5jzh7TdxOOUP2CyIF-zc6qozaQLFmOFGykXjP8YDm4mSbUK85GxwXkTkT8YPCu0u8D2rc0aO6NiBKZxwy1tZBpx5eHa7MNtBc8sd-uXpmqVjb02X8cuqiOJ3QK8RUUwX1umcBLA/s320/mm-rrawr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626094927256117314" /></a> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">A very hilarious song shot like 'Chale Chalo' in Lagaan!</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4B2XVXNrTvekJ7RDF1wq8NI_3BqSODVyFLEFi050qSawDebumLDm2Q2zloYGEHr-bD3mgW_4CDG-xNCrhV8MXApLaC7yIIi5u_mXMkRHvTeFPV0zTT0WDhpyIq_fS8OT9z4POUOtRsko/s1600/mm-jung.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4B2XVXNrTvekJ7RDF1wq8NI_3BqSODVyFLEFi050qSawDebumLDm2Q2zloYGEHr-bD3mgW_4CDG-xNCrhV8MXApLaC7yIIi5u_mXMkRHvTeFPV0zTT0WDhpyIq_fS8OT9z4POUOtRsko/s320/mm-jung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626096202427655074" /></a></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Like Cleopatra, villains need to moisturize before battle properly!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To add to the spectacle an actual TV crew from Star News are drawn to this upcoming jung by Sally the Satelite's newsworthy and deadly rays! They capture the entire climax of the film on their own cameras with the cameramen jumping around as people are getting stabbed. The journalist gal even proclaims 'We can even send this to Fox News, to America!' which is the most apt audience for such a fabricated war! </div><div style="text-align: left;">And just at the height of the action of the Tony orchestrated war when Kanji is about to kill the Thakur, the lords of the Shameful Universe let this icon step in and keep the peace:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFaRIi8prPtx2JZr4zKokejmePcIDh4f0Axdqdrw_Doh4Ak5iwtT0-7-JzAdPGESetAsbkVvRn5Ga-Cgaawk7F9TfqsXTd0Jc_3IZsikfrHIuUegsXfiasi5ctasgoatUphEOMkQzcLA/s1600/mm-chunky.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFaRIi8prPtx2JZr4zKokejmePcIDh4f0Axdqdrw_Doh4Ak5iwtT0-7-JzAdPGESetAsbkVvRn5Ga-Cgaawk7F9TfqsXTd0Jc_3IZsikfrHIuUegsXfiasi5ctasgoatUphEOMkQzcLA/s320/mm-chunky.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626098122496012578" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Yes... it's Chunky Pandey</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is one of the most satisfyingly stupid and brilliant moves pulled by this utterly nuts and fabulous film that I will recommend to everyone. I mean just looking back at my journals of coming to Vancouver, i detailed the movies I wanted to see over here but couldn't. There was a fierce desire to like this film because of the promos and my unwavering support of the other Lambhu of the industry! If you've heard about that latest film about a killer rubber tire then I'd ask you to approach this movie the same way! Tony the TV is the main villain and anti-hero to which the film unexpectedly finds a centre for all the characters to act as foils around him! Acting as a Masala Hitchcock, I hope you never look at your demonic TV the same way after this film!</div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-63184243142654487362011-07-03T18:45:00.005-07:002011-07-03T19:35:05.843-07:00Shameful Classics/Pleasures Week Part 2:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKdygKXnglD-eXag_aUyQ-wxwUNgTuY81_idmUTBnU72x9xv0QjfLPsY6mD6KYfgG_6afQJquupAOdifU79XYhyM3ooz0Ujp_JQORn5w5uVB6Wx1lZGM7X15GvYiLqMnb98_3UsV6GJM/s1600/radio-frogface.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKdygKXnglD-eXag_aUyQ-wxwUNgTuY81_idmUTBnU72x9xv0QjfLPsY6mD6KYfgG_6afQJquupAOdifU79XYhyM3ooz0Ujp_JQORn5w5uVB6Wx1lZGM7X15GvYiLqMnb98_3UsV6GJM/s320/radio-frogface.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625307795421737154" /></a><b>Our Lord Shameful himself, Himesh!</b><div><br /></div><div>Let's take a few moments to thank Mr.Nasal or the newly crowned <b>His Royal Shamefulness</b> for making a certain flawed classic called Radio. It was this film with its lovely soundtrack that randomly shuffled onto Bunty the Ipod one night on the bus, which spawned this fabulous week! We had a brilliant run last summer with all of us reveling in a collective love for the inane and rarely admitted. <a href="http://shahrukhislove.blogspot.com/">Ness</a> loves the gloriousness of Bobby Deol, <a href="http://bethlovesbollywood.blogspot.com/">Beth</a> unleashed Pyar Karke Dekho into the already recovering citizens of Chichi week, <a href="http://www.totallyfilmi.com/">Katherine</a> revealed an undying pyar for all things Deol which spawned another great week and many more divulging of all things you felt were too shameful to admit you utterly adored. For me it has to be some of those very crappy films Amitabh did in the 80's like Desh Premee or even Lal Baadshah which I was dragged to as a 9 year old for my family to collectively wince and cringe and like in a shameful way! I was thinking we should star on the <b>July 5th till the 12th </b>or if anyone has any objections to make a whole month of sighing and finally repeating that you own Teri Meherbaniyan (Brownie Moti's star vehicle) and watched it every weekend for a month! So let me know via here or Twitter or whatever technological thing of the day if you can participate and let loose all those skeletons!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCpvi9tis3-R-hnQ6DdaN7xwh-jOb7A5lznMlrsn-rD_P-1wPr-6q60-GFlqrMOpkzJtAzrGdHujdBS0cHRWw615XlG2eHx1hh-X2nAqZjKTvrGMzUmk_uA2hD5kgPQEVddwwIHEWRUk/s1600/toof-bumbum.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCpvi9tis3-R-hnQ6DdaN7xwh-jOb7A5lznMlrsn-rD_P-1wPr-6q60-GFlqrMOpkzJtAzrGdHujdBS0cHRWw615XlG2eHx1hh-X2nAqZjKTvrGMzUmk_uA2hD5kgPQEVddwwIHEWRUk/s320/toof-bumbum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625318495226327730" /></a><b>Can you resist a week full of nonsense faces like that?</b></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-81228465270853603472011-06-01T16:17:00.010-07:002011-06-01T17:10:30.384-07:00Kapoor Khazana! Raj Kapoor Thank You!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gGoVlw04z70k0tucnyvjKY2rL6j9KxmuPayf6aTQ1Nz2eUL_Uaj2N12dDB9COrwY7UIIAafkEKjPH_JhPdCAsVBximWEieXq-ujPtFqBhkyyAStW_-hEZUQ00Wlv1HSfCvGavSGoWRk/s1600/3b8ddfeb3c84.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gGoVlw04z70k0tucnyvjKY2rL6j9KxmuPayf6aTQ1Nz2eUL_Uaj2N12dDB9COrwY7UIIAafkEKjPH_JhPdCAsVBximWEieXq-ujPtFqBhkyyAStW_-hEZUQ00Wlv1HSfCvGavSGoWRk/s320/3b8ddfeb3c84.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613394623051097906" /></a>UHFFFF! This gaze is too smoldering! <div><br /></div><div>Yes I've been away for sooo long, but I'm back with a bang and how! I utterly adore this new star month for any Kapoor or the Kapoor Khandaan this month. I have already written a few pieces on the film family that fascinates me the most, first outlining the <a href="http://rotikapadarum.blogspot.com/2008/11/kapoor-family-moustache-men-of-my-dil.html">men with moustaches</a> </div><div>and <a href="http://rotikapadarum.blogspot.com/2008/11/kal-aaj-aur-kal-randhir-does-it-family.html">championing Randhir</a>. But my heart completely belongs to the original RK - Raj. I discovered Raj again in my teens, but I'd seen the key films whenever i visited my Communist grandfather who loved Raj Kapoor's early movies because of their good clean Socialist messages. But this month is gonna be a proper appreciation of all the RK's and other Kapoor's at an age where I'm only a tad bit less pretentious about my praise! But as usual in the 'Star and Rum' series that I've done for Sridevipalooza, Manoj Kumar, and others I have to outline why Raj is the only Kapoor for me! Raj was the catalyst to my career path and I have to explain my utter gratitude </div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjzv-Lo2JoaBYPFef5vpSFVv3DAf0Od_Js0SoE5xOMXDcwe_JxkwGZ_Eok7QvVwvKuEDiE8igUxHESgkYNg40QB6i1ZXZS_dVERqO_Z7ja8jbdFxQJN1Cb2pbsnSO4BxiDPuQcNUfy1cY/s320/index1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613398659033216306" /><div><ul><li>Simply put: I worship Raj Kapoor as a director. When I finally found my direction with film studies, I knew my angle was Indian cinema and making people love the greats Guru Dutt, Bimal Roy and RK just as much as I did. The teacher in my film class assigned essay topics, naturally i chose the one devoted to a director who had made an impact on world cinema, and I chose RK. I was all prepared to write my master thesis 10,000 years to early when i initially attempted to cover Guru, Mehboob, and Raj in one essay. But I had narrow it down, and Guru was a very maverick and experimental as well as melancholic director, Mehboob was brilliant, economical, and grand, but Raj made me smile and really enjoy every single film as simply a movie, whereas the others I was bombarded by gorgeous images and socialistic leanings respectively. But these days I know that a movie is the complete package a good and powerful leaning/message, gorgeous cinematography, capable actors, and lots more and RK movies just ensnared me!</li></ul></div><div><ul><li>This essay was the biggest essay of my life, because it was a true test of whether I wanted to follow in film studies, could I really muse about RK and Chaplin for almost 3000 words without becoming a fangirl and overdoing my love? Well partly yes, I got a B+ on it and a special comment from the teacher who had founded the course in Vancouver, that he had not read a paper so this side of passionate before. He even watched a few of RK's films after my essay. My A in that class and passion for continuing in film studies and journalism is totally due to RK.</li></ul></div><div><ul><li>I bought all of the 10 films he directed and the key films he produced during his peak between the 40's till Mera Naam Joker. There is a definite pattern that is apparent in his work, during the Nargis years he was truly at his creative height. Aawara, Shree 420, Boot Polish, Jagte Raho all of these splendid films are some of my favourites. But every director has some turning point, RK's has to be when Nargis left him and his films suddenly switched from art to all-out entertainment in every spectrum. Lots of critics disparage the period of Sangam, Jis Desh Mein Ganga Behti Hai, Mera Naam Joker, Satyam Shivam Sundaram as his lowest point. Their auteur had gone puerile and crass in his need to fund his studio and his bad habits. </li></ul></div><div><ul><li>To this I say KHAMOSHHHH! Yes I really cannot sit through Satyam Shivam Sundaram and Ram Teri Ganga Maili without cringing and getting angry, but their are moments in these disappointing films that are lovely. RK's 'Woman in White' may have her bazookas hanging out but in a day and age where we are so used to everything, RK's idealization of his heroines is a refreshing retread. For every Bobby there is a Mera Naam Joker, which I need to review again because it is such a revealing haunted piece of work that didn't get the credit or it's proper place in the film canon</li></ul><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSH-6GKb9bfSVW_SOrgLIi09-LK9_dZ3_kBSUZm0Q2SSDnyIv4iHFg3tLHlao1mfYNyZ74GdRYzltoWbOmw4XnInivXWejKZpVKX8EcicuX299hOrhZHJQ5XAYCRM3_BzzuT4VVeRY-rU/s1600/Barsaat.%252BNargis%252Band%252BRaj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSH-6GKb9bfSVW_SOrgLIi09-LK9_dZ3_kBSUZm0Q2SSDnyIv4iHFg3tLHlao1mfYNyZ74GdRYzltoWbOmw4XnInivXWejKZpVKX8EcicuX299hOrhZHJQ5XAYCRM3_BzzuT4VVeRY-rU/s320/Barsaat.%252BNargis%252Band%252BRaj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613406056259196642" /></a><ul><li>I don't usually get so worked up about many directors but if like RK they have earned my ire and love then I can debate for days what Aawara's true outcome was? Every film RK directed and produced bears his stamp of art and entertainment and that is such a beautiful thing. Yes he may have abandoned some of his arty side for thrills and sex but we wouldn't haven't broken down the censor board if RK hadn't put Zeenat in that see through saree or hinted at such eroticism with Nargis responding to his slaps in Aawara. </li></ul><div>So here's to the moustached blobby but gorgeous man who captured my heart at 9 and never gave it back! I would have never discovered properly and beyond this blog that I could write eloquent film essays and follow a film nerd path! Thank you Mr Kapoor!</div></div></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-72265971274808010652011-04-13T12:38:00.013-07:002011-04-13T14:14:22.047-07:00Masala Moods by Dr Rum - Part 1<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErto7nibaltoO4ECLR2Z3g_a1J5bb7LyH1J-TXG9FvJ0bQyqneEYVEiddcLn7PDbrePHZbyceEP-9_Kl9WcF6NC53QFU1ss7xCeu7dW6yOBqgwzbXysXNWbCnUEwC7sLncCYdp6zof1k/s1600/Slide53.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErto7nibaltoO4ECLR2Z3g_a1J5bb7LyH1J-TXG9FvJ0bQyqneEYVEiddcLn7PDbrePHZbyceEP-9_Kl9WcF6NC53QFU1ss7xCeu7dW6yOBqgwzbXysXNWbCnUEwC7sLncCYdp6zof1k/s320/Slide53.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595155575896475682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anil is seething with my long absence as Empress of the Masala Pradesh!</span><br /></div><br />I really sincerely apologize for leaving this great nation for such a long time. But with 3000 word film essays, my postcolonial art book, and just generally life I had to leave for a while. That's not to say I didn't read last month's 'Deol Dhamaka' like a proper blogger would, but I would have loved to have reviewed a few. Lekin fikr not as my grandma says, I AM BACK! Finished up school but now onto exams, but I thankfully have time to devote to myself.<br /><br />If you've been following me on Twitter, then you'd recognize all these upcoming snazzy Masala symptoms or mood encapsulators! There is an actor and actress that can embody any symptom or mood you might be feeling when say your dog shits on a new rug, I'd classify that as a FURIOUS FEROZ! Or when you are very happy and feel like singing then you'd be a Lilting LATA! Onwards we go with Part 1 of probably many!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlWi6oJESl8RPCBI4XRIpTVKKf0Fi2k5GL-DKeLKRxW8j9Dv5M0P2J57V32qQDbUvkcguMMVcdtQq8RrutxD9pEMTCe6FyfjYzJhxIssr0Tio2sNsez-V0CzyyKA2j3NbWnwzG8aFxDc/s1600/GoogleDesktopPhotosPluginWallpaper.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlWi6oJESl8RPCBI4XRIpTVKKf0Fi2k5GL-DKeLKRxW8j9Dv5M0P2J57V32qQDbUvkcguMMVcdtQq8RrutxD9pEMTCe6FyfjYzJhxIssr0Tio2sNsez-V0CzyyKA2j3NbWnwzG8aFxDc/s320/GoogleDesktopPhotosPluginWallpaper.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595159375462240594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">RRAAWRRR</span> </div>1. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Moody Vijaya</span> - My personal favourite that I coined. You know when you're a MV when you are prone to having slanging matches with the gods at a temple, when life treats you unfairly. This was the first symptom of a full-blown Masala Maniac that I had experienced, especially during the essay crunch time, I would become Moody when reading all these identity probing articles for my postcolonial class. I would adopt a snarl, and have a bombastic dialogue likely written by Salim and Javed if someone annoyed me. This phase can last for a while, but every Moody Vijay(a) has a counterpoint of being a Vivacious Vijay, but sometimes this defeats the purpose when adopting an 'Angry Young Man/Woman' stance in life.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAke7FZmpO7BBpfCbUT49GMroG2IuHvFN6IClp-B3cK9423pWatES-8rBjoofxFRV4_EA8bfY9yf_0z-j0JujhgZ2RSQGnxdq7EMud01VdZnBxEfzcjw2Obb3isLRy-H1mG917_xqo2_o/s1600/e82f03aba462.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAke7FZmpO7BBpfCbUT49GMroG2IuHvFN6IClp-B3cK9423pWatES-8rBjoofxFRV4_EA8bfY9yf_0z-j0JujhgZ2RSQGnxdq7EMud01VdZnBxEfzcjw2Obb3isLRy-H1mG917_xqo2_o/s320/e82f03aba462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595160490307195330" border="0" /></a>2. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sunny Shashi</span> - Now this may be a conflicting one because we have a Sunny Deol who is quite Sunny in some films. This works far better with Shashi, because this mood works just dandy when you are friends with a Moody Vijay above. A happy and cheery demeanor is what we all strive for as Masala patients. Sunny Shashi symptoms includes smiling at everyone in a crooked and cute way, having an abundance of manic energy without drinking gallons of coffee or sweets, and generally being endearing and lightening up any folk you meet. A Sunny Shashi may not always be extremely sunny but this happy and cheerful edge to such a mood works to your advantage if you manage balance this overabundance out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDMzIolir3BG3GZjlGX4fpwCi9Wlq4KpDG4XcUkgxX0-Ri4IIU4_Nw9YZUeQYnGsshF0SsTCrw55m75h004l_MwfknVrnXap5y-RFQVyJXwYUSPWi46K0vhp3q9sdyO4kvESFudJziaw/s1600/90581197_2154d9f5ac.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDMzIolir3BG3GZjlGX4fpwCi9Wlq4KpDG4XcUkgxX0-Ri4IIU4_Nw9YZUeQYnGsshF0SsTCrw55m75h004l_MwfknVrnXap5y-RFQVyJXwYUSPWi46K0vhp3q9sdyO4kvESFudJziaw/s320/90581197_2154d9f5ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595164025302949474" border="0" /></a>3. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Gutted Guru</span> - the predecessor to a Moody Vijay mood. A Gutted Guru mood is when you have become a hardened and bitter soul where nothing can brighten your ennui. Symptoms include seeing life is a series of sad and ironic events, no woman or man can break through your wall till you turn into a Less than Gutted Guru. Poetry and drinks are usually a must for this mood, as some of the best musings about the world come in a drunken stupor. A breakup or upset with the current state of your nation may be the cause for such depression but a likely respite from these troubles may come from a kindly woman or man who love you despite your selfishness.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6f4CwSXHQEs1OOKh757aefSANa6o_APErmaBpCWWXHpSwp4OErHYtFNJ9Fd7E56TwFd71HaGYd-itJGuLjgIIVupRmnW9IqLyHITCipJWM71YlJMJemF1coR4hn4yHWnvwbF8nMQ-tk/s1600/CIMG3473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF6f4CwSXHQEs1OOKh757aefSANa6o_APErmaBpCWWXHpSwp4OErHYtFNJ9Fd7E56TwFd71HaGYd-itJGuLjgIIVupRmnW9IqLyHITCipJWM71YlJMJemF1coR4hn4yHWnvwbF8nMQ-tk/s320/CIMG3473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595168190754955794" border="0" /></a>4. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Weepy Asha</span> - A mood that afflicts us all. A Weepy Asha is a self-sacrificing type of trait where you cannot help but burst into tears at the slightest upset. Moving house? Tears. See a cute picture of bunnies snuggling upto baby puppies? Supreme tears. This mood usually starts after a seemingly balanced All-Rounded Asha, but due to machinations created by this mood or by parents you devolve into this mood. This mood is easily resolved when the love of your life leaves everything for you, but the inescapable tears always flow!<br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWPggd5a_5OLEt6xFDon1fjgK1dUGR4n7NH8mw63OW-YA0bXmwV8KsLslkJYDfP8HFdXjpNabhS9LN6Ut_tCgDNOdUqaDQZ_iasYT1-6L2tl_fCjAOlTHKZhs__-MYYJ0v8j3QtCxd2Q/s1600/100_stars_%252828%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWPggd5a_5OLEt6xFDon1fjgK1dUGR4n7NH8mw63OW-YA0bXmwV8KsLslkJYDfP8HFdXjpNabhS9LN6Ut_tCgDNOdUqaDQZ_iasYT1-6L2tl_fCjAOlTHKZhs__-MYYJ0v8j3QtCxd2Q/s320/100_stars_%252828%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595172570854528418" border="0" /></a>You are frequently found in this thoughtful stance<br /></div>5. Meaningful Manoj - or in other words a Hipster Manoj. Always eager to voice concerns over the nation, diaspora, and every single issue that interests you, I would classify you as a Meaningful Manoj. Symptoms of this mood include passionate speeches, visualizing your life in crazy but social critique looking camera angles, and of course covering one's face every time you feel a bother of ennui or exasperation at another person's ignorance. On this list, I would say that a Meaningful Manoj is the best to have a gang of a Sunny Shashi, a Moody Vijaya, and an upcoming Swaggering Shotgun to voice your concerns and win election votes in the Masala Pradesh.<br /><br />Thanks for tuning in for an upcoming series on the Dr.Rum Oz show of Masala Moods, and I will definitely be back with some more fabulous and encompassing moods such as the Scandalous Saira, the Stylish Sadhana, the KRAZZY Kishore, and more S's and R's to be thought of. Which of the above suits you?Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-43724937144840490032011-03-01T12:43:00.004-08:002011-03-01T13:53:18.408-08:00Deol Dhamaka: Sunny aur Rum - An Ambivalent Affair<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bQJN_YONw7YJ2ughmJuhGzL4Ng8KQr2RTizNBLSHqvbubhfIQukPDn-7Ci-w47c98fY5qfYO87lHcxtzycKVnLhbOFDlNBDoWHdK2yjBLhGJ5A554m9OKJD1h1Fxs_2nlvxnwH8VynQ/s1600/sunny-deol-wallpaper.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_bQJN_YONw7YJ2ughmJuhGzL4Ng8KQr2RTizNBLSHqvbubhfIQukPDn-7Ci-w47c98fY5qfYO87lHcxtzycKVnLhbOFDlNBDoWHdK2yjBLhGJ5A554m9OKJD1h1Fxs_2nlvxnwH8VynQ/s320/sunny-deol-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578924827186600306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >That is one pissed off Mofo, just look at the flames!<br /></span></div><br />I'm really excited for this fabulous month of Deol Dhamaka, because it'll allow all of us fangirls and fanboys to appreciate the original Punjaban family: THE DEOLS! And being a Punjabi myself I couldn't pass this opportunity over at all, because I have a filmi connection to these Deol men.<br /><br />My late grandfather came from the same pindh as Dharamendra, my babaji also wanted to become an actor and defied his folks and ran off to Bombay. He managed to stay with Dharam in his struggler days, but when my babaji couldn't wait it out he went back to the pindh! And I've got several uncles that can vouch for that crazy story! Me and <a href="http://rotikapadarum.blogspot.com/2008/06/sitting-on-shashi.html">Shashi</a> and Dharam, so many filmi encounters!<br /><br />But getting back to this fabulous month, I thought I'd start off Deol Dhamaka with a Deol puttar that I vehemently hated for a while but had a sudden change of heart with: Sunny Deol. My family is a strange one, my grandad loved the nonsense but Awesometastic Dara Singh films and I remember being scarred for life seeing his many headlocks and crotch locks. Naturally when Sunny decided to make an entrance, my family thought he was the new heir to the wrestling and wooden hero, which didn't help me at all. I had sit through all of his screeching, and closeups of those bloodshot and weird eyes of his and pummeling baddies till blood gushed everywhere. Needless to say, I hated Sunny with a passion during my 8-17 phase of life, there was just nothing to him as he wasn't cute like Bobby, he didn't possess the all roundedness of his papa, and he just stunk.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9mJXgs69v3sR6Dbzmyw5IdZQ2_tQzEbErus1wUJFUBX63IKzB3GI17Z5i_RYsE8L4cdLX1kKJJ-mRFBL_JSLYZj6nxol1190Lr1aCzfRQutkzqa7QuVsvf_t22i6hAUazz0gOFgfVgY/s1600/sunny_deol_025_obbj.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib9mJXgs69v3sR6Dbzmyw5IdZQ2_tQzEbErus1wUJFUBX63IKzB3GI17Z5i_RYsE8L4cdLX1kKJJ-mRFBL_JSLYZj6nxol1190Lr1aCzfRQutkzqa7QuVsvf_t22i6hAUazz0gOFgfVgY/s320/sunny_deol_025_obbj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579218134937888034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Sunny is intrigued, all he needs is a contemplative hand gesture and white beard<br /></span></div><br />But as I continued to write him off and adore his brother and father. I had a reevaluation moment during Apne while he swore to 'ohh yeah i fooock youuuu' to the other boxer, he kinda won me over with his ridiculously passionate use of the f-word, and that my friends is a winner to this ribald dirty sailor mouth of mine. And the fact that he has such a seductive voice when he's not screeching and raving at baddies. So let's look at some of the pluses in his career that I've only recently discovered.<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">His Brilliant spark: Ghayal, Arjun, Betaab, Damini</span> - these were the movies I hadn't seen for a while and they are actually gems of movies. I had seem them as a young 'un and never revisited them because of the vicious pummeling his 80's Angry Young Man did. It made me a bit squeamish, to watch him kick the shit out of Amrish Puri, who I had a new appreiciation for coz Indiana Jones! But in these movies he demonstrated that he could handle a bit of romance and action at the same time. I love in Betaab when he sings a song to Amrita Singh then the next minute he's doing a tractor stunt! Seriously looking back on these films, I will begrudgingly admit the guy CAN ACT! There I said it, he really can summon all the fury in him and that strong throat of his screeches out the best dialogues that Salim and Javed put in there! Sunny's very much an actor who has concocted a persona, aided by Salim and Javed with their brilliant dialogues and current(back then) handling of prevalent issues. The 80's were full of unemployment and I liked how Sunny's persona was voicing these concerns with corruption and job inequality albeit with a whole of dishoom dishoom and screaming. And he won all my respect for his tour-de-force performance as the drunk lawyer in Damini, a well deserved National Award win for that one, he demonstrated a hero with flaws and humility, and I loved how it was Meenakshi who made him aware of his talent and gives him his ambition back.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoXm00S3ATG3WuE6T_rIxenVG0MdEvcs-Fnk2TEJosO6koZwxmGZUTEm5g5fWX5_0ycBPyxZEm5R0uCihSr6IKfraXPM_feFqdDHOcg0qfR548aitvGPm-kLm3nXQjUOijoXIuzQ4SpE/s1600/sunny26.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyoXm00S3ATG3WuE6T_rIxenVG0MdEvcs-Fnk2TEJosO6koZwxmGZUTEm5g5fWX5_0ycBPyxZEm5R0uCihSr6IKfraXPM_feFqdDHOcg0qfR548aitvGPm-kLm3nXQjUOijoXIuzQ4SpE/s320/sunny26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579231765912294594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Every time he puts the pagh on, Punjabis rejoice!<br /><br /></span></div>2. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Dreaded Age: Gadar, Farz, Indian</span> - Now this was age where I had to watch tons of his films as a kid in the cinema or on ZeeTv. And I'm afraid I was so right in hating these films and Sunny's OTT schtick he did in nearly all of these films. These films were right in their intention of capitalizing on Sunny's mass appeal and his forte in action films, but the story and Sunny constantly repeating the stock screaming, dishoom, speech, stomp with gal, etc.. it just fell flat on its face. The jingoistic messages and rabble rousing fear of Muslims in these films are just downright awful and Sunny just got stuck in a rut. I have to single out Gadar, because my mum was in the Punjab when this came out and Oh my gosh did they love this film and cheered on in the awful climax bit where he screeches that India is his home, when Amrish Puri(again!) tells him renounce India and embrace Pakistan. UGHHH I know I may be pummeled by Sunny lovers, but the film the biggest hit of his career was just a shrewd manipulation of a real and saddening event to capitalize on his broad appeal. That's not to say that there weren't any quiet moments where he was brilliant, he was so lovely when he tries to locate his wife and takes his son along. But this period of Sunny's career is why I never liked him in the beginning.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJug0jX-Bkx85_m3Wn8SkZpsZS2OhipbOjDYR0BKItNl-SSmhR9qUF5J7JbMULkzPfe6gnneiPDrBwJsKVzA7NBoTw_pibaCJppFzgjxLJV4y_wJ83hURMx_ZJQdQ_g46SEF2X_s5r7Y/s1600/Sunny_Deol_Photo_p_%252826%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHJug0jX-Bkx85_m3Wn8SkZpsZS2OhipbOjDYR0BKItNl-SSmhR9qUF5J7JbMULkzPfe6gnneiPDrBwJsKVzA7NBoTw_pibaCJppFzgjxLJV4y_wJ83hURMx_ZJQdQ_g46SEF2X_s5r7Y/s320/Sunny_Deol_Photo_p_%252826%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232155523286898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alright dammit, he semi-cute in a way!</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Bright Spots: Border, Apne, Yamla Pagla Deewana, Heroes</span> - Now I may be guilty of overpraising him but in Border he was a much better reuniting and glorious leader than say Tom Hanks in Saving Private Ryan. All those maudlin speeches in the Hollywood film didn't work in his favour, as Matt Damon can languish if he wants but a film like Border and Sunny's heartfelt and honest performance with it's maudlin and rousing speeches did work. I know these were 2 totally different wars, but Tom Hanks was too nice to be a forceful leader and Sunny's speech to his wife and to his men drive the point home. Initially I was put off with him screeching, and letting my poor gorgeousface Akashaye Khanna and Sir Handsome-at-the-Time Jackie Shroff languish at the end. Now that was an effortless performance where he used his trademark gestures to a beautiful degree. His later films with his family Apne, which is the lone movie that made my stone-hearted sister weep in its moments of father-son verbal offs. I really did like Sunny in this film, he seemed more relaxed after a break which did him much good as he was a lovely actor in this film and outshone a Hand-trauma Boooobbby Deol and a curmudgeonly Dharam. And did I mention how much I adored his swearing? Now one of his most underrated roles is in Heroes where he plays a wheelchair bound Major mourning his brother Boobby(I am gonna call him this all day thanks to Amaluu!). It was such a wonderful, understated and affecting performance which really made me want to watch more of his story than Salman's. His redonkulous scene where he's gotta have one fight scene even if he is a paraplegic is just awkward to watch! And onto the biggest hit of the year so far, Yamla Pagla Deewana where he was so funny and again stole the show from his bro and papa, I loved the scene where he was talking in English to the crowd. 'Don't give him yaauur wwwoootes" is the new catchphrase around my household, that hilarious way he enunciated wwwwotes is killer, intentional or not!<br /><br />Sorry for the rambling but looking at some of his movies again has put into perspective, I do LIKE Sunny Deol, he is a very good actor when he's in the right project with a script that does him justice and allows him not to raise his voice for no reason(that voice just killed me in my childhood). Come back later this week for even more Booobby Deol pyar because Lawdy I adore that kid!Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-36467411040564698212011-01-14T11:56:00.020-08:002011-01-15T00:38:35.105-08:00Masala Pradesh's Pretentious Post or My Faves of 2010!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uwfeUf3zoH21dvAzSGp15XQ6h2qlN9n6mL_j4cVNmyP5_IN0Xal1D7niRPJI2aPFTOscio5LJPgtNLluSgkvEPU3jJ81E4FEmdkAPNhhCSFORBqJ3k0IdlxQ-Q5qQp4IYZ38dVevrQI/s1600/GoogleDesktopPhotosPluginWallpaper.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562134230306807170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6uwfeUf3zoH21dvAzSGp15XQ6h2qlN9n6mL_j4cVNmyP5_IN0Xal1D7niRPJI2aPFTOscio5LJPgtNLluSgkvEPU3jJ81E4FEmdkAPNhhCSFORBqJ3k0IdlxQ-Q5qQp4IYZ38dVevrQI/s320/GoogleDesktopPhotosPluginWallpaper.jpg" /></a><strong>'Moody Vijay' - my state of mind for 2010, add it to your filmi lexicon<br /></strong><br /><div>Sorry for such a long break, but being back in Vancouver for the holidays I just couldn't manage another post other than my celebrated(!) ire filled Bakwaas List. But I thought I'd finally air my views on some of the good parts of 2010, because always going against the crowd I thought it was not such a damn awful year for Bollywood in 2010. I'm gonna approach this from a cinephile/pretentious filmi nerd stance, because being in a small town with nothing much to do, I've been reading half the books in our library by the early French and New Wave critics, and they have a point! </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong>The Critics</strong>: Francois Truffaut, who I'll appoint a Masala Pradesh <strong>Saint Truffaut Bhagwan</strong>, talks about straddling the two categories of films, the Masala and the Arty Farty in our case, and what I've definitely noticed in 2010 that critics do not know how to balance the two. For instance, he goes on about loving a film like 'A Face in the Crowd' by Elia Kazan with it's subversive messages about the media, but also heaps praise onto something Hollywood spectacle like 'Samson and Delilah.' Now maybe it's because I'm a journo type that loves my Masala and my Arty films, and because I approach a film liking the director or star, but I don't treat a Tees Maar Khan like an Udaan, because they are miles apart. Critics in India, have this awful problem and their outrageous reactions to films like Tees Maar Khan by expecting it to be another Main Hoon Na or the height of Masala brilliance. It's their close-minded and editorializing to a sniping degree, where they insult the filmmaker or actor, it's just not objective. All reviews should air what was good about a film like highlighting a good performance or script, and if they hate it, they really have to sell it to the viewer why and not cop out by unfairly and unnecessarily bringing personal gripes and grudges into it. That's why in 2010, the gaping disparity between what the masses flocked to and what the critics favoured, was so gaping wide. If critics want to repair their relations with the audience that is rapidly dwindling and turning to word-of-mouth and the internet, then they really have to consider what the masala and arty intake the average filmgoer can handle, they really should STOP sounding so smug and think about who they're writing for.</div><div> </div><div>END OF RANT! I'm sorry, I've read many reviews from the vintage Stardusts, FilmIndia's, and other film mags over this summer and the journalists and critics back then, who were also very catty, but the reviews took into account that people would immediately be in seats for something with Amitabh being a Moody Vijay but they also recommended films like Bhumika. </div><br /><div>I know I can't blame the critics the whole time, it's also the filmmakers who throw out bakwaas like Break Ke Baad, Hollywood style romcoms that just don't connect with the audience and vanity projects like Khelein Hum Jee Jhan Se, which just exhausts and bores. Earnest intentions by all these big directors would normally win my own heart, HELL I loved Veer, which was another earnest piece of shamefulness, but they also need to find interesting stories and not go overboard with their delusions of grandeur, looking at you Mr SLB! The audience in India is a fickle bunch, one thing like an No Problem, the usual Aneez Bazmee fare which they lapped up before was a super flop, but something like a Peepli Live did well. I think the films of 2011 need to be toned down in their OTT publicity monsters because a Tees Maar Khan, which did the rounds was so hyped that although it did somewhat alright, people were disappointed as a result of that as well.</div><br /><div>ANYWAYS! I'd like to share my eclectic mix bag of faves this year, irrespective of box office, there were many movies which were brilliant, good, and alright! But enough rambling and ranting here it is, in no particular order because that's far too hard and I would ponder like a philosophy student!</div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562150359663082658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0JB_7l8tr8NUXeNuo-G2aFluE0A5sSWki_QbivAq-Zn025R8SUSoipPP7pFNLK4ucMMBzz16aVTrRBDlzZ9XW78jFaqkb-spsl0HZB1yveZ9flAKAMzbBGqPrx8z_JQmhVkBmHVH4sw/s320/ishqiya-01.jpg" />1. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Ishqiya</span></strong> - Truly one of the best films, which finally gave a career Renaissance of sorts to Arshad Warsi and Vidya Balan both brilliant actors who were stuck in a comedy and romance/fashion rut. Vishal Bharadwaj's stories always feature such expressive and profane language that was perfect in this film, he has such an ear for the rustic dialect that is so acute and in this film he excelled as a screenwriter, which we all know from his adaptations of Shakespeare to rural Bihar in Omkara and Mumbai for Maqbool. But I think this film won all it's praise for it's performances by Arshad Warsi, who dropped all the second banana roles to play the lusty Babban. He is such an untapped actor that directors need to use far more, and he creates a full blooded man full of passion, and humour. And it's such a good neo-noir as well, of course adapting it to a Bihar setting makes perfect sense, because I'd rather have the femme fatale in a sari like Vidya. Sensuous and dangerous, Vidya makes Krishna a dame worth stealing for. And that kiss! As much as it's great that Bollywood is doing snogs and all, but this one was less of the tender and quick pecks we see, but pure animalistic hunger and it was HOT! I haven't mentioned much of the director Abhishek Chaubey, who aided in the screenplay and is definitely a director I want to see more of, but this is one of those films that is dominated by the presence of it's auteur producer/music director, and that's one of it's best points. Bhardwaj's flair for the ribald dialogues of Bihar and setting it in small town India makes this a neo-noir that is just as stylish and beautiful as his city-set films like Kaminey.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161384612217762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHrNo-juWvWMGYNTUMg4f5mnLDHgIFv9ilZcaujvqPxVxA-ID_WLcVxkfm-2nWgg9STciKZJctM_kf8o3Xrp_XsS61ElOnGHQ5QsGp8uTFmqZNAJClGDRqcLRst_wSvDtXNeHfV-QaEEo/s320/Tees-Maar-Khan-2.jpg" />2. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Tees Maar Khan</span></strong> - I'm with Kara/<a href="http://www.blogger.com/filmigirl.blogspot.com">Filmigirl</a> on this one, this was a good film in all the ways I wanted it to be, paisa vasool entertainment full of masala madness and meta-snarkiness that wins a reference spotter like me over! Now I know people saw this and were supremely disappointed with it, but there's an indicative moment where Farah's hubby Shirish Kunder sweeps up all the Oscars at the end credits. Shirish, has an irreverant humour that we witnessed in Jaan-e-Maan, with it's plot elements all thrown in and framing the songs like Broadway songs, and it worked for me at least. This was a Farah film framed through Shirish techniques, and I loved it. I just saw the Peter Sellers original 'After the Fox' and while the two are extremely similar, both were hot messes affected by every actor doing their own thing and just generally HAVING FUN, and that joyful abadonement of details and contrivances makes them so enjoyable. Tees Maar Khan has all the great packaging, great songs and fluid and music video style cinematography, but it won me over for the two A's: Akshay Kumar, who probably put his everything into this movie, and it's fun to watch him cut loose in a film that caters to his strengths of being a very physical actor and trying anything, in a way that none of his Priyadarshan films do. And Akshaye Khanna, what a gleeful role as the Oscar hungry Atish Kapoor, he really went to town with that role and was a complete scene-stealer. And lastly Katrina Kaif, who I kinda like and she was hilarious being a vain wannabe and she looked like she was enjoying herself and stole the show in her small role.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562281726945961170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4Zmq011uXEdi1o7vb1WnClJw7Jt_YSHZI-AyqsBZ_a_3z4o8qF5V_K-olmFbHTw0RUvsCxGkFV42wcEr08VVytd_tRZ_xzs1cs4gZsksjNIbPu2qcKcSxYRkcyWoEed5oNELiz8DGac/s320/Raavanan_800_140510_3-500x375.jpg" />3. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Raavan/Raavanan</span> -</strong> Two movies, same story, both different experiences that were both interesting experiments. Critics again jumped on the 'Let's shoot this down' bandwagon for Raavan, to be honest Raavan was an experiment in mood, and story that only partially worked. But I had to add this to the list alongside it's better counterpart, because I have a feeling both will be appreciated much later down the road, and lol I might have to turn producer and give these two their own Criterion Filmi Collection, because they are both great pieces of cinema as Mani Ratnam took a chance on two wildly different actors to interpret B/Veera, the supposed villain of the piece and turned the Ramayana tale on its head, by blurring the lines of good and evil between B/Veera and Dev, two men jostling for power, and I'm gonna admit I really liked Abhishek's interpretation. It's the damn earnestness of it all, they tried so hard to make something weird and wonderful and I think it will be one of the hotly debated classics of Indian cinema. But what is consistent in both, the acting by Aishwariya Rai is absolutely phenomenal and she shares great chemistry with both Abhishek and Vikram, but I appreciated Abhishek's performance because it<em> is</em> OTT, manic, and definitely something I'm sure he's secretly proud of. But Vikram does the more subtle, manic, super-cali-fragi-fuckinamazin-docious portrayal because he made Beera, more sensuous and sexual being than Abhi which is why pitting the two portrayals next to each other is such an interesting comparison, because it just adds to the many layers Raavan had. Sorry I just need this to be on a Criterion Collection dvd right this minute for me to geek out over!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562282293022151874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB01nC5pj33C7J5U_BAsfYjx4UHfdVPnz-gLTrNbuoMIMNqbB8Y06WCTYCpHzs2pwAkC_j42ue6WGPzBuP-GOrT1LLyBn9DrTZCd1nfsZOzzrZ2eweuNDIPFuEHC7zoX5C5Ne7k44Ey70/s320/31_rakta-charitra-pics_00.jpg" />4.<strong> <span style="font-size:130%;">Rakt Charitra 1+2</span></strong> - Everyone loves a good comeback, and I'm one of those suckers and seeing as it was my underrated fave Viveik Oberoi then I shall be heralding his comeback as the best for an actor who made a resounding Dishoom entrance with Company and to return with a forceful performance with his mentor RGV. And I'd say both director and star benefitted from the hype, even if the Hindi version didn't do so great, but the other ones did. Viveik is a strong actor that was blacklisted unfairly for his press conference debacle about Salman, and I kinda admire him for that, but this was the best way for him to reclaim his territory as the new Angry Vigilante on the block. Viveik imbues pathos into Pratap so we feel his pain and understand as he sloly turns into a monster and are shocked by his sudden urge to lop off heads, and knife people! And I think Ram Gopal Varma is back in form again, he has a contentious visual language of the loud chanting, odd camera angles (i always love his trademark from above a glass table shot, which is soo Masala because Feroz Khan did so many of those shots in Dharmatma!) and he's uncomprimising on the way he shoots his films and his subject matter which makes him stand alone from the rest of the directors out there today. Part 2 was obviously dominated by Suriya making a bombastic debut in Hindi films, but Viveik still managed to create a sort of Michael Corleone gone far worse. The assasination scene was just amazing. Both were full of non-stop even bloodier Pekinpah carnage, which was necessary for the murky politics of revenge and power.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562289461391641026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmP7KNVuYofJIh3fCI8PpONZ9qWskskXcwId_87WVPGU1d-XeLuezSMVlueYeozfWXSCyIvnXZac8W7s4zdzW7htYMUmZ7ZgTKJ2koG4H1F-0JfSp1dXcxNrnPg7Gn2ZTBLXjKvoz8P5Y/s320/udaan_20100722.jpg" />5. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Udaan</span></strong> - I really don't know why people bash this movie so much, but I do realize that movies like these are catering to a niche urban audience and not everyone's gonna jump on this Indie-Amazingness film! I just like movies about 'rites of passages' and 'coming of age' ones like these, but this one had a universal story of family pressure. It becomes so much more than that, with the lived in and stunning performances by Rajat Barmecha, Ronit Roy, and Ram Kapoor. We see Rohan wanting to be free from his stifling and abusive home life of routine and boredom, he wants to be a writer and poet. While critics and others found that it emphasized a more literal freedom from his harrowing home life, I thought that that was only way he could flourish as a writer and as a person was to finally take his brother and run. The row scenes are so raw and hard to watch at times, yet another one of those typical 'root for him to escape' moments that would be cliche, but I honestly cared for the two boys and it enahnced the emotional experience. It reminded me of Truffaut's 'The 400 Blows' which was repetitive in that showed the young Antoine Doinel navigate through his school and bad home life, going to school coming home, running away and all over again, and this film in its symbolic shots of the factory instruments pounding and crushing his dreams, writing in the fields, and contemplating. And it's these moments we don't see much in films where we can see a character really soul searching and contemplating his freedom and life, usually if a hero is trapped then by the end he'll have a job and a happy life and all that. I know I'm rambling but I like thoughtful characterization of heroes that are aimless and trapped, although it is suffers from problematic characterization of Rohan's dad, who is just awful and abusive, and drinks all day long, he isn't offered any other side which is off-putting at first but Ronit Roy does such a wonderful job of the character that we just feel he's been trapped in his own set ways and can't bend at all.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562297499785437938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPy2oDBIW_IZ9Lc-_ICe2DWwO62FGzU6cRnJau7cJ3VAE47RsTfLeZwI4scP8cAuGifxTJgfTw9SijjWQyMRIfYrR7gO8YBJVZ43hNSP8R_rzOW1Zu9ZbKxUjdj383G6dLNTgAs1AFam0/s320/424px-Band_Baaja_Baaraat_poster.jpg" />6. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Band Baaja Baaraat</span></strong> - I will herald my love for this film all day long, although I saw it after all those shitty romcoms that came before it, this movie again has a love story that's simply revolutionary for not piling on the montages of singing in on a beach style love, and creating fully rounded reality steeped characters that we can root for! Is it really hard to tell that romances set in India like this and Ishqiya, are consistently trumping the NRI montage-quick lets fall in love in style romances like Anjaana Anjaani? But what I have to rave about is Ranveer Singh! What an absolutely wonderful debut for him, it definitely shows how a godfather/mother/Masala Filmi animal connection (Moti the dog can only help so much, kids!) doesn't bring you success and give you that magic spark that the audience immediately connects with. Ranveer has screen presence that most first time newcomers don't have, he's an instinctive actor as his intro scenes are so charming and I know I have a new crush of the month. But I think what's most appealing about him in this film, is ability to project a very Everyman quality to him, he's not exceptionally beautiful like a Hrithik (I certainly think he is) but he makes Bittoo his own, an aimless college boy that loves his food and loafing around. We don't have enough of the Everyman-type heroes that an Amol Palekar or a Jack Lemmon specialized in, and I think if he continues to be so spontaneous and fresh in his next few films then he's here to stay. And of course Anushka Sharma is fabulous too, her reaction to the morning after rejection is just heart-breaking. Of course the audience connected with this movie because it was well-written by Habib Faisal and Maneesh Sharma, they manage to steep a Yashraj production which has a penchant for the 'let's strut' montages, 'let's fall in love in our beachwear' songs, into a filmi reality that just works!<br /><br />7.<span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong>Dabangg</strong></span> - Let's all bow to the revisionist Masala Pradesh approved <strong>Saint Salman</strong>! We are not worthy! If 2010 publicity was good in one area, it was the hype for this deserving movie. Masala has been coming back to the fore for a while now, especially with 2009's Wanted and even before that the homage hot mess masala Tashan. But Salman and Abhinav Kashyap capitalized on this hunger for a film where the sheer angriness of the hero can make his shirt automatically tear off, where the villain can snarl/have an super OILY well sculpted body/and act goofy, where Arbaaz has a meta-dishoom fight with his actual reel/real bhai, and just the absolute faithfulness to a masala concept. This wasn't a perfect film, it had loopholes, but we overlooked all of that because Salman dominated the show and meshed all of his cool guy schtick, lack of pretentious acting and his stoic personality into one character that hypnotized us. Let's not forget the Great Female Hope in Sonakshi Sinha, an actress that made a great impact in her few small scenes and of course her thankless task of bringing a healthy sized heroine back to the screen that was sexy and alluring! The film is a testament to the director and star, who captured the masala zeitgeist and instead of turning it into a vanity project, they made a paisa vasool film which even some of the critics begrudgingly admitted entertained, which is what it all comes down to. A masala movie is meant for gratifying the audience's need for a good time and being a clever smart at that too!<br />Plus it had the debut of our Masala Pradesh Filmi Animals Sheroo-the Wonder Bird and Allah Rakha's younger and more agile cousin, Sheroo Part Do!<br /><br /><strong>Honourable mentions</strong><br /><br /><strong>Raajneeti</strong> - Loved it in the cinema for all those speeches, and gargantuan Mahabharata backstabbing, but criminally underused Ajay Devgn in the key role as Karna, lovely Katrina show glimpses of a really earnest and untapped potential.<br /><br /><strong>Peepli Live</strong> - I honestly was turned off by Aamir's hype of this being a satire, it really wasn't, it was far too garbled a message for that. More of a black comedy which veered into farce. But definitely the right choice for the Oscar entry.<br /><br /><strong>Once Upon A Time in Mumbaaaaiiii</strong> - Numerology works in some cases! Spot on homage to the crime films of the 70's, fabulous dialogues and a psychotic Emraan Hashmi stealing the show, although again criminally underusing the gals only as the Apprehensive girlfriend or the Love of a gangster's life and only that.<br /><br /><strong>Do Dooni Chaar</strong> - A lovely slice of life film which had Neetu Singh and Rishi back together in such an apt film for a co production with Disney to be, unlike Warner Bros helping out Shameful Classic 'Chandni Chowk to China' A bit annoying with narration but a film with absolute heart. I died of a dil-squish through many moments of it!<br /><br /><strong>Aisha</strong> - Shameful admission of this one, because when I'm not shouting of the glorys of TCM and masala films, I do like a good old chick flick. Of course I muttered throughout 'that Aisha is such a meddling bitch' even through Emma, which is not one of my fave Austen novels. Dammit it had such a freaking gorgeous wardrobe for everyone, Sonam even showed sparks of dimmed potential, and Abhay, despite his petty comments after it did moderately well in places, was a studly Colin Firth type and had suprisingly good chemistry with Sonam.<br /><br /><br />Well thaaaat's all folks! Thanks for bearing with my egregiously long rambles about my ire and my favourites! What are your hopes for 2011? I for one am hoping for more set at home romcoms that are smart like BBB and more indie films getting better distribution!Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-59392997401014237082010-12-21T17:47:00.012-08:002010-12-21T19:34:29.664-08:00Annual Bakwaas List of 2010 - Rage Rage Against the Dying Filmi Light<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJN3ehmBuWdgn35Biirgc0d1o4nNiAv_fCfxZpYIx3d_UiLUgWbtVkHmTw6O7nk-t4YmdKmQBwODrShLfZG1pDAEDmC49MrrvkPUCQx0_I5mVAr63rVEky_NuwLhP-CimPTbo-kVTBlFk/s320/65256985.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553317680499239506" /><b>The Exact Expression of Bakwaas detection</b><div><br /></div><div>Yes I did just quote Dylan Thomas in the title, I'm terrible! Well 2010 is almost up and looking</div><div> back on the movies I saw, there were an absolute ton of duds that got the Bakwaas Stamp on them. Being me, I can usually put up with a lot of bakwaas and batshit things, but since moving away from home and stocking up on crappy copies of the latest films, I look forward to watching these films because there's nothing much to do there and when a film is bakwaas, then Masala Rum khush nahi hua! Perhaps some of this borne out of my absolute ire for the uncl</div><div>e dvdwallah who occasionally has a good copy of a film months down the line, but bakwaas is just bakwaas. Warning: A lot of these mini-reviews have spoilers and an air of 'How-could-i-buy this-bollocks' and maybe an occasional swear word!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGO1WrNABsX8yRZfivfjUMXYB0Ukt-i7VNiQ3ewbOFdv0GSFLkD0hzO5W6kgVDdPpeZCd9x7s_IoTxHW5Iful_-tzA4nR-YKuek6nGPoozOPecaelfCpthbGHgOhAWVSfa4gFzNELKp8g/s1600/pyaarimpossible.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGO1WrNABsX8yRZfivfjUMXYB0Ukt-i7VNiQ3ewbOFdv0GSFLkD0hzO5W6kgVDdPpeZCd9x7s_IoTxHW5Iful_-tzA4nR-YKuek6nGPoozOPecaelfCpthbGHgOhAWVSfa4gFzNELKp8g/s320/pyaarimpossible.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553328664077997394" /></a></div><div><b>Budtameez ladki put some clothes on!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>1. <b>Pyar Impossible</b> - YES, I realize this is an Uday Chopra vehicle to resurrect his flagging career, but if you read my Shameful Classics post on Neal n Nikk, I went on a whole diatribe praising Uday and his iconic shameful status in this Masala Pradesh universe. So I was shamefully looking forward to this, maybe because he was so earnest in interviews and in his other films. I shamefully liked it the first time round but again I was high on sweets, but a sober second rewatch and this film was just the pits. And shame of shames Uday wrote the script! <b>Nahieeeee!</b> First of all we have Priyanka Chopra being the male gaze object of the piece wearing the hoochiest clothes around, and no wonder this nerd fancies the pants off her if she dresses like a besharam ladki to the office and around. And the egregious product placement of Apple computers, I felt sorry for this supreme loser that Uday played if he got cheered up by looking at a Mac computer. And Priyanka plays some sort of software person, when she bailed out of school and wears the tightest and most revealing outfits to meetings. I know I'm just being a disgruntled git for raging against the male gaze who obviously got there money's worth ogling Priyanka, but I can safely say as earnest as Uday was, he should permanently retire unless he can find a better glory project for himself. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c_URhE3C56tga1PwD5MCTlovnTFWw5SHIBgRY_GmqketpeK6iuukkEEmL688DwPTFVFvsg5BmLVD1-Wwx6n4s8LLbGUhIZn_V2JLbZgvIsLeaDNRI_EedWJOLx1Bsr1hZ31SzLeNEHY/s1600/sadiyaan-wallpaper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9c_URhE3C56tga1PwD5MCTlovnTFWw5SHIBgRY_GmqketpeK6iuukkEEmL688DwPTFVFvsg5BmLVD1-Wwx6n4s8LLbGUhIZn_V2JLbZgvIsLeaDNRI_EedWJOLx1Bsr1hZ31SzLeNEHY/s320/sadiyaan-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553331381680386098" /></a></div><div><b>The extremely lackluster debutantes</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div> </div><div>2.<b> Sadiyaan</b> - If you follow me on twitter, then you'll know my my snippet of a war with Luv Sinha, I slagged him off after seeing his debut film in a blunt way, and either him or his twitter slave sent me his Facebook page! I hooted with laughter that day and vowed avengeance and then he deleted his reply but my glory and claim to Page 3 fame is tearing down a star son. I'm gonna censor myself this time round and be rather blunt in a thoughtful way: this movie was just a terrible launch for that kid. I'm not gonna deny that he tried valiantly to conjure up emotions that were probably there, but seriously a filmi baccha could do better than that! What's more the director piled on the evergreen stars like Rishi Kapoor, Hema Malini, Rekha, and Javed Sheikh who do a good job and carry the film on their shoulders. But the lead pair were far too mousy and weedy to do a good job, but I had a riot with my maa and sister making fun of the whole film which was mawkish to the extreme and awkward to watch that kid do all the typical hero work like doing a Punjabi song, kissing the gal, having a showdown but being as effective as a potato trying to recreate Macbeth! Avoid yaaron</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpbHn96ZaxvBtG3fBrLciu5OvlSTrLp205iqzc3K1q6p0BrkrFcb8P2ie0QSkSdjL6pSMRRem3s-QY_V2JF24L2ejXS-6x7Zh4gCjw0VxnHtA9UWaRLj7znDfLJTBsvtUs5ErhdkVbiqQ/s1600/badmaash-company1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpbHn96ZaxvBtG3fBrLciu5OvlSTrLp205iqzc3K1q6p0BrkrFcb8P2ie0QSkSdjL6pSMRRem3s-QY_V2JF24L2ejXS-6x7Zh4gCjw0VxnHtA9UWaRLj7znDfLJTBsvtUs5ErhdkVbiqQ/s320/badmaash-company1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553337143823349586" /></a></div><div>3. <b>Badmaash Company</b> - Yet again I liked this the first time, because Yashraj have injected some sort of 'immediately I love you' syndrome into me, maybe its the opening aaaaaaah's by Lata that get me. But this was not a stinker in that was shite the whole way through, but that it was far too posey and pretentious than it needed to be. I was absolutely amazed by how many 'look how cool and hipster we are' strutting and swaggering slow motion walking shots, and the 'lets all have fun' montages that were piled on in this films in the place of an actual storyline that was not the beaten to death farmoola of con films. The cast did the best they could with such silly material, and the director probably shouldn't have admitted he wrote it in 6 days to Taran Adarsh on his show, because it has gaping plotholes. And Meiyang Chang deserves some kudos to stick around in a film, where his schtick is 'haha the Asian guy' for his gang to make fun of him for, I hooted out loud in the cinema when he eventually proclaimed 'HUM HINDUSTANI HAI!' Bechaara, I hope he gets some Danny Denzongpa roles, because he managed to overcome his difference. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwohbHGU_TnT4u5yZH8zam8mVwKlgzW_NWTXDuyLIKBpYL2MBnR6i_-kY9ht6GIFazXc60m35mbriRcxlWO3BocMl9ISq813U-BrbVUdUBwoW2unCu8P63BO2k563nb9J2voGeNcZNvEM/s1600/I-Hate-Love-Stories-I-Hate-Luv-Storys-Songs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwohbHGU_TnT4u5yZH8zam8mVwKlgzW_NWTXDuyLIKBpYL2MBnR6i_-kY9ht6GIFazXc60m35mbriRcxlWO3BocMl9ISq813U-BrbVUdUBwoW2unCu8P63BO2k563nb9J2voGeNcZNvEM/s320/I-Hate-Love-Stories-I-Hate-Luv-Storys-Songs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553339111702530594" /></a></div><div>4. <b>I Hate Luv Storys </b>- I HATED THIS FILM! Maybe because I know girls like Simran who usually have emotional crises and this film just magnified those situations to a ginormous level that was just too much for me! I wanted to slap Simran for being so godamn overly romantic in ways that the film probably meant to spoof but really didn't, and Imran, as lovely and contemporary as he is, was such a dimwit for being so aloof. It started off so well with spoofing all the cliches but then it devolved into rubbish by succumbing to same useless cliches. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyV0sy7rCIXdeE1nISUcxb55R1Oc7PFkuNfZvC5BGk7QEshULHX1zAhcX_7OrpgPpl30h975uxfv8nDx393CYfsY3MC694UhhNQz9fOPSd2SP4JnHuJmvpe59q6bsBqMNQeavd-H0xso/s1600/we-are-family_wallpapers1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyV0sy7rCIXdeE1nISUcxb55R1Oc7PFkuNfZvC5BGk7QEshULHX1zAhcX_7OrpgPpl30h975uxfv8nDx393CYfsY3MC694UhhNQz9fOPSd2SP4JnHuJmvpe59q6bsBqMNQeavd-H0xso/s320/we-are-family_wallpapers1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553344629827873778" /></a></div><div><b>Two Mums, I would just die if it were these 2!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>5. <b>We Are Family</b> - UGHHH this film was just awful for being the kind of mush that gives me a cheese-attack! I for one didn't mind the Stepmom, and the thought of Kareena and Kajol doing the Indian version was exciting...until I watched it! I know I'm not a mother and all that sentimental jazz, I got the Kajol's character was possessive and protective of her kids however she was a total cow to Kareena's character and it was just pie-inducing for me. I don't mind mushy films but this was overflowing like a cheese lake, and that was no good for me. Plus How dare they desecrate Elvis by butchering Jailhouse Rock, I mean the 'Pretty Woman' song did a nice job of Roy Orbison, but tackling the King is just terrible, and why feature a female gaze object like Arjun Rampal and not have him in it for half the film?!</div><div><br /></div><div>Well there you have it, the ire released and I'm feeling all at ease for now except for the unnecessary dentist appointment tomorrow so the ire cycle begins again. I probably hated Anjaana Anjaani and Break ke Baad if I saw it, it's just the recent romantic films are so vapid and insistent on being cool and hipster-ish at the detriment of the story, when all we really want is a modern-up-to-a-point, channeling of a Rahul/Raj persona and the typical Indian romantic ingredients that are tried, tested, and ultimately the best!</div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-13854503742621502202010-11-12T09:02:00.004-08:002010-11-12T10:35:45.810-08:00Masala Rum is 20! Now What Happens?<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcFIIhl5d4_gS2BMtwjzt7PFSelvoPTmS2lLTNwCJmWaY-U4gRdUghImugmhX9gFKllN-N9lbk60DhHhVp27mddPhIM9m5EEI8whpaEixqsmy3q3L8RK6kFxwI8vaQdgrHY1KqPDLXNI/s320/3035_1086144927185_1633260033_215611_6752906_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538710098511162018" /><b>Yes I suppose nothing will change, I'll still be doing jumpology shots!</b><div><br /></div><div>Well this is a very momentous occasion today, because I am 20 and no longer a teen in title but always a teen in my mind! </div><div>Yes my faithful flock that have been following and reading this blog when I started out as a hyper exuberant 17 year old to my present day state as a moderately mature but still exuberant 20 year old! I thank you all, for reading the inane posts full of few</div><div> commas, and typos, but I though I'd better do a filmi meme of <b>MASALA</b> Empress <b>RUM!</b> Because Masala is definitely my middle name, when I think of my 20 years of movie watching, and naturally I'm Empress of the Masala Pradesh state which was formed when I was a giddy eighteen year old, and Rumnique being my oft-mangled in pronounciation name! Chalo shuroo hojaiye!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvHOc_N6WEEEhlwegGkTOBrAHdl9KjFqeb887_1TvzwVtvXn0CC9kWzqibvZGDUYS4_5d8ax7jJ-dytXISIgmyG97bu_dnsPJ2jGENCN8tlEQrfituZZ1x9q_iuF1ihGWYMUFxy4EajM/s1600/deewar15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvHOc_N6WEEEhlwegGkTOBrAHdl9KjFqeb887_1TvzwVtvXn0CC9kWzqibvZGDUYS4_5d8ax7jJ-dytXISIgmyG97bu_dnsPJ2jGENCN8tlEQrfituZZ1x9q_iuF1ihGWYMUFxy4EajM/s320/deewar15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538729292028420738" /></a><b>The epitome of a thoughtful Masala film </b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>M se hota Masala</b> - You didn't think I'd forget Masala did you now? Or name dropping my favorite redonkulous film Disco Dancer now? Well since I was 2 till 20, Masala has been in my veins and my blood type must be Masala as well because instinctively I can label a movie as masala even if it has two brothers/sisters/Sheroo birds that are not long lost, or a particular masala vehicle for Brownie Moti in Teri Meherbaniyan</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg57CcwQemKoqO94P6kkb29up5_WUh3zbhQp0jsNRkgiuboYcH3P_oIYaic6A-ooHPJ21BchiJIL9V7T_sLoEqZ283F8M7hRRThQYQLhH0AGimWoR35FCtlzXPHMAJ79tsiKc3nQyj32AU/s320/merijung19851cddvdripx2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 142px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538713445031459522" /></div><div><b>The Man that started it All!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A se hota hai Anil </b>- Yes of course Anil had to be here, and I have to thank him for making 1942 A Love Story and making my first ever film viewing at 2 years old the best film to start my odyssey with. 20 years later, that film is still the most special, wonderful, beautiful to revisit all the time, which is definitely the cheesy reason I had to bring it with me to my new home in the middle of nowhere Canada, because Anil in that movie is just super freaking adorable and can channel an old Hollywood star with his gallant striding around in that film! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMflSnnFbL02psgaOQUBVrmlHX3bcHW39QOnlcUCs9MAMCtZL3Sym5lEqe7U37XZ_7S5xihXVwnKcetSGb2QU0q688cIHqR-LUaM6PI8dGqRMXixoQHpKavTQ3zysKqij7BVKMVu2NG1I/s1600/toof-bawl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMflSnnFbL02psgaOQUBVrmlHX3bcHW39QOnlcUCs9MAMCtZL3Sym5lEqe7U37XZ_7S5xihXVwnKcetSGb2QU0q688cIHqR-LUaM6PI8dGqRMXixoQHpKavTQ3zysKqij7BVKMVu2NG1I/s320/toof-bawl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538715816048188898" /></a><b>Ohh the emo pain of Filmi Bachhas everywhere</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>S se hota hai Shameful Classics</b> - Of course the week I devised was the best week after Chichi, Khanna-o-Rama, Sridevipalooza, and all the other star related weeks. What was revealed that week was astonishing, lots of you have a lot of besharam films you adore, and hell me included if I managed to be have a BARSAAT cry in Toofan. Naturally I was the one to champion the Shameful icons Uday and Himesh with their earnest acting. I think there's some quote by Steven Spielberg about how if you can find a nugget of goodness in any film, good or rubbish, then that's the magic of cinema, and really that's me! I loved that week for finding the crazy brilliant nuggets from Toofan and Radio, and reading all your discoveries as well!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCbdnQhwuiyFQ-Mflg09cRS2VGuMkUqFBFSOIxJhh1PnyKVPebbmFKAvPZ_tv6OSVaouc-yZD_yD0hztwoRj2w6mC1l8ffLpDelMSkNBKAYUUvL9u-pFSGB010gjY4cYiDCIsIN0nubVU/s320/04-aaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538718456937884002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></b></div><div><b>A se hota hai Amar, Akbar, Ant</b><b>hony</b> - The touchstone of the quintessential Masala film by the Masala auteur of craziness Manmohan Desai, is the film that I can watch over and over to get a zap of my masala power! Its got all my favorite actors, and the best title song and climax ever full of hysteria and hijincks that only Desai can put on the table. There have been many imitations of the Desai way of masala filmmaking and really it doesn't work and you have go back to the source material, and behold the sheer glory of the piece!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggezSHDgxYDVpem8ech970D3k9vDmhw_KOibCXpDKizssDvba8rFRzpCwBslMUz8K46QvY8WuUUQWq6tdkGeTXtXza5HsQnHRB77qGpicm5KJkdHvLT0x4_vtYk8RUjHXgVJ3LA0DzCn4/s1600/03-Shashi-Manoj-Zeenat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggezSHDgxYDVpem8ech970D3k9vDmhw_KOibCXpDKizssDvba8rFRzpCwBslMUz8K46QvY8WuUUQWq6tdkGeTXtXza5HsQnHRB77qGpicm5KJkdHvLT0x4_vtYk8RUjHXgVJ3LA0DzCn4/s320/03-Shashi-Manoj-Zeenat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538720749027721234" /></a><b>The Film that Created My Filmi Pagal Blog!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>L se hota hai Love </b>- I wouldn't have made the Masala Pradesh or this glorious blog if I didn't SUPER LOVE Indian films, because naturally when the internet came along and when blogging was the new kid on the block, I just had to chronicle my filmi descent into madness about films. This is the perfect outlet to unleash my overwhelming love for all things Masala, Batshit, and downright Bakwaas. As you'll see I have a ton of lists like the <a href="http://rotikapadarum.blogspot.com/2008/10/moustaches-and-beards-maketh-man.html">Moustache post</a> at the beginning which shows the extent of my BollyHollyMusical-itis and general pyar for EVERYTHING! And here's for more outpourings of unabashed Looove!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUItucw1HitPyO9dUZJ-tky8BTjUEOUovzCTBjnU8y3Znmoxno0cEePX7Yi2L8uQe8Ken_hIWG4QFs0xHE7rbUtH6aIF-wDTNq2J15ahtzFzUrmPCajuUvWOD06JnR96Wl7qrUL2TStx4/s1600/sss6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUItucw1HitPyO9dUZJ-tky8BTjUEOUovzCTBjnU8y3Znmoxno0cEePX7Yi2L8uQe8Ken_hIWG4QFs0xHE7rbUtH6aIF-wDTNq2J15ahtzFzUrmPCajuUvWOD06JnR96Wl7qrUL2TStx4/s320/sss6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538722257960394162" /></a><b>Most people's reaction to my shelf!</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A se hota hai Abundance</b> - I just came home this weekend to Vancouver for this celebrate this birthday in a city, and when I got in everything seemed so new, and that includes the dvd shelf. I went upstairs and looked at the 2 sagging shelves that might just split in half carrying the magnitude of the dvds I've bought since being in this country and I've been in Vancouver since 2002! Yes its quite a huge shelf and whenever my grandma or auntyji's from London come over, they shriek and go all Nirupa Roy on me and bemoan my addiction to films. Once a film addict, always a film addict, but even though I'm terrible with budgeting and earn the ire of my parents. I have a pretty fabulous collection of classics from every era, films bought only for Filmi animals and Filmi Bacchas, and the rest is all a hodge podge of anything and everything.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDbDfqTHvqM6jI94vzMeppIpSExZFY6pz09TJviULFGG6iitBwEMFr25E_-LJz42XSWHkc565mypOKOhjsg2rfw0UppVZ23jdm22ZVmqgx4qPXC-KuLTezQZGNxDbP5QZiulqC0wIPY4/s1600/bob1.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDbDfqTHvqM6jI94vzMeppIpSExZFY6pz09TJviULFGG6iitBwEMFr25E_-LJz42XSWHkc565mypOKOhjsg2rfw0UppVZ23jdm22ZVmqgx4qPXC-KuLTezQZGNxDbP5QZiulqC0wIPY4/s320/bob1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538725379244467170" /></a>No I'm not really a Moody Vijay in real life</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>R se hota hai Reality</b> - Yes as I begrudgingly learnt Masala films exist in another universe from Earth and there's no Rahul/Raj persona dragging me out to Switzerland to dance with him, no Chichi ribaldry jokes that sound good in conversation, no Sheroo the Wonder Bird to scratch some annoying person's eyes out in Coolie, no way of seeing life through Manoj's crazy cinematography. BUT there is a way to channel my inner 60's heroine, I can put eyeliner on as high as Saira Banu's, I can try and buy every funky dress in Sharmilee and Purab aur Pachim, I can, I can be fierce like a feisty Asha Parekh, I can buy a ton of vintage sunglasses and walk around looking like Zeenat out of <i>Hare Krishna Hare Ram</i> and I can be a <i><b>Moody Vijay</b></i>(my new word of being very angry and vigilante-esque like the Amitabh's Vijay) when things don't go my way! </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWM8_yoDLA7ad5b2u2jIuAuIEkjyEPywiEwIKuNnLZo_FMEvjETd9HNbYlpwwluHKIR8to0x33KEm_UgrsqodZ_uaPF10Jw9eCSeL1d9oIhI6E5DF7XKaF_NadeqD-_twYjw6K5BGU3E/s1600/1000-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWM8_yoDLA7ad5b2u2jIuAuIEkjyEPywiEwIKuNnLZo_FMEvjETd9HNbYlpwwluHKIR8to0x33KEm_UgrsqodZ_uaPF10Jw9eCSeL1d9oIhI6E5DF7XKaF_NadeqD-_twYjw6K5BGU3E/s320/1000-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538727877920515426" /></a><b>Aww shucks aren't we all we all so like this!</b><br /><br /></div><div><b>U se hota hai U R SO GREAT</b> - I copped out, I really don't know a good U word this morning, but you all out there that read this blog are so lovely, funny, and wonderful. Though I haven't met some of you, I'm sure I will one day on my travels, if I do ever get some disciplined budgeting skills WHich I will and we'll oodles(love that word) of fun! So thank you for reading and following me for so long and I hope you stick around for more to come!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj_9j5wZcGj6_fg_6HxmtrRSAjaiQJnW-gPFezM4SFyguj3dV55YcSnh6FVlBCFWWYCbjvt8Wzaev61swEyTZ-5cr29fZEY2URoR9iKDSgCoiFMBSGXJ-QFIyx9wgZbR_a4gCvtlitz0/s1600/Guddi%252B%252822%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj_9j5wZcGj6_fg_6HxmtrRSAjaiQJnW-gPFezM4SFyguj3dV55YcSnh6FVlBCFWWYCbjvt8Wzaev61swEyTZ-5cr29fZEY2URoR9iKDSgCoiFMBSGXJ-QFIyx9wgZbR_a4gCvtlitz0/s320/Guddi%252B%252822%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538730776462479682" /></a></div><div> </div><div><b>I'll be the Guddi that still loves the illusion of the silver screen!</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>M se hota hai Masti</b>- Yes a very underused word that aptly describes me! Full of masti masala mayhem I am always getting up to many pranks and hijinks. Now that I'm 20, the masti will not stop of course because I think at heart I'll always be that crazy, infectiously enthusiastic, and passionate 16 year old discovering the madness and brilliance of movies! Hopefully the 16 year old spirit won't affect my real world judgments and I'll be that 16 year old chatty kid for the film club I just created at Uni as well! </div><div><br /></div><div>Well there's my quick birthday post, and I'm kinda glad I didn't spell out Rumnique because there's not really many words other than Queen that describe as well! So I hope you keep coming back for many posts and hopefully for a few more years as well. For wherever there's Masala, lost brothers/hamsters, vigilante Vijays, and singing in fields, there'll be Rum! </div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-86476929544382529202010-10-15T20:59:00.032-07:002010-10-16T01:03:45.472-07:00Disco Dancer - The Tale of Neurotic Jimmy and Tragic Superstar Sam!<p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528490103042186690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ00Bxj2JqS_C3m4wyooEguyLkIABqkUCYeCvhQM-Hwk65hP-VXUGf1rrJE8E-XFKeDmZ5xIsYZgCJuPPu_mfdB4i_t1ohp27MfC_ZWlRbd0TtJqy32glU3wheaKB5QDsqzzyZsJmgJfg/s320/dd-foretell+was+right.png" /> <strong>You know you've made it when you've been named as an ice cream!</strong><br /><br />Well this is a very important post because it's my 100th! And what better way to celebrate than this charming cracktastic disco and downfall masala film? Seeing as this is a hugely momentous day at the Masala Pradesh, I'm going to stretch myself and turn this review into a mock-heroic epic, like 'The Rape of The Lock' but not really, because as brilliant as I am, I am no Jonathan Swift! But as I've taken a bundle of English and writing courses, I thought why not stretch yourself with this amazing film that has 2 wonderful characters that have enough disco ennui and pain to rival other rock stars! Chalo shuroo hojaiye!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjui2IEUPV_IcQ98Gd4MDFwg69_puxjHN70g-4GDom26B1xiazUP4jKWWkuk6O13KS24km5t_bu3mhO1cVpfFnIMbzgaT74SQrR3TPBVZT5VrEONzF_U3A5Rrmjmsb_LsSU_RItb6y2hW8/s1600/dd-wiggle+head.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528492197301284898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjui2IEUPV_IcQ98Gd4MDFwg69_puxjHN70g-4GDom26B1xiazUP4jKWWkuk6O13KS24km5t_bu3mhO1cVpfFnIMbzgaT74SQrR3TPBVZT5VrEONzF_U3A5Rrmjmsb_LsSU_RItb6y2hW8/s320/dd-wiggle+head.png" /></a><strong> Thy faithful addition Sir Wiggle-my-head-alot!</strong><br /><br />Of Jimmy's first disco dalliance and the pelvis thrusts<br />Of those Bappi-beats, whose synthesizers<br />Brought Disco destruction into the Masala Universe<br />Of Superstar Sam, the prodigal dancer of flailing arms<br />And shiny costumes, what befalls this bechara?<br />Ohh heavenly masala muse, I invoke thee to aid my disco tale<br />To uncover the myths of the creation of the Indian Disco idol<br />Instruct me to warn other hopeful stars of the folly of shiny clothes<br />Let not the fate of Superstar Sam affect others<br />I shall justify the ways of Disco to women/men!<br />Who first seduced Jimmy to the funky Bappi beats and led him to revolt?<br />Thy Gold chained Bappi begins our tale with melodious strums from an acoustic guitar<br />Young Jimmy, a poor urchin beats down on his drums for his daily roti<br />The awful Maa, keeps our savior attached to her hip<br />Her tasty roti she feeds him her attachment poison to him:</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528497925291779362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDy-MZ0c18UqzXZeBgrTusWCYaKsZPjKUYzTlK-jSEKJ3uZpjoh5TCF9wvBj1PGw-Exkqsf37u0nMjiN9MtXSfn7Jl_2vGtOfpOXXYPD0Svrvcs43DnrbdDc4m1S5ACgV12_bAdIU_J44/s320/dd-the+beggining+of+madness.png" /><strong>The shrew feeds him his upcoming Mummy Issues<br /></strong><br />Ohh how Jimmy dotes on the calculating shrew<br />Clad in pure white saris, she defiles her title as a Masala Maa<br />In a garden of riches, Jimmy meets his Eve<br />A happy song they sing, till her furious father enters<br />Abuses hurled at Jimmy and his maa<br />His mind seething with vengeance of breaking his sacred instruments<br />Mother dearest is thrown to jail to languish away<br />Ohh but what is this?<br />Jimmy has made sacred roti for his maa<br />His mind enslaved by his Maa Issues:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528502887029464178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu4CXWgujTKDL1POB-qmGhyFxxxDDIp3XhEmNJHxQgKqjH9K0ztcWuWw7-2a1H3wcEp9bYZDgPIHQWp9Lu_SJtTU0Kw9qUcpH-i5AA_gLv7whJU-udCr7TpEKfGexvg7CMGKEX_UR7Db8/s320/dd-khaana+khazana.png" /><strong>Jimmy, the ever-child rock star</strong></p><p>The leeching maa is released and insults are pelted her way<br />They flee to peaceful Goa<br />Metamorphosis from a humble denizen of the street<br />To a rather nimble-footed dark and handsome but fragile young man<br />Revenge bubbles in his mind<br />Hell hath no fury like a Mithun scorned,<br />Though full of mature ideas, Jimmy is held back by the shrew<br />Again the painful cycle repeats<br />Jimmy allows himself to be fed the poisonous rotis from his stage Maa: </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aduUsrjBeHGn5t4DWCbXKefx2-tS3OiZk1zdkGPGsUR4RQfl90WLbzmTUzZpb09IOBG73cAMqphJ6lEfs6SYycu1SQGp5oJkl84RTyFZFXXs8jVvJcYYGi0aWmSxJYFwnSnw_Asvn-k/s1600/DD-sharam.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528505953909387634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8aduUsrjBeHGn5t4DWCbXKefx2-tS3OiZk1zdkGPGsUR4RQfl90WLbzmTUzZpb09IOBG73cAMqphJ6lEfs6SYycu1SQGp5oJkl84RTyFZFXXs8jVvJcYYGi0aWmSxJYFwnSnw_Asvn-k/s320/DD-sharam.png" /></a><strong> Ohh how vulnerable Disco Maa has made Jimmy!</strong><br /><br />Alas his mind has moments of unfogginess<br />And Jimmy realizes that his tuneful songs and his guitar<br />Grizzled is his conquest for his goal so much that<br />Jimmy starts to sharpen his guitar and vows to:</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528507050087486194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDm-cSn4YYMaS79j8F6hNy8AKVlDH6YHgLfQSqFv3YWWKzNwQGvebOzlIGex9NVM5oFeCvFCxzba0Rr3JZyuMGvXgbDW-NYmTNL7IAy3j3PMcLAWi1HnSxk9tQdAbyAVsFGc_4F5SoiJc/s320/dd-badla.png" /><strong>The warrior with his instrumental weapon! (I'm so phunny naa)<br /><br /></strong>As Jimmy works his way up the ladder<br />Performing at Tuntun's wedding to a dwarf<br />In the Darkness lurks the pouncing and growling Sam<br />With shiny suits and hairbands, Superstar Sam is known to all<br />His dance is laughter in motion<br />Flailing arms, gyrating hips, unmastered pelvis thrusts<br />Nevertheless Superstar Sam commands the stage,<br />All the world beckons him to sing his song<br />"Aawa Awwa Koi Yahaan Aahan Naache Naache"<br />Yet Sam harbours a corrupted dil,<br />Like a young Jim Morrison, a talented but rowdy rockstar<br />He signals to a fan<br />To make love to him in the green room after:<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528510543405704386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAGRVEsjCpmb4b6jpXaDt5X2cpTJkNTUacPogDdnsmrZziAP039RII6fK-bJ2log6aTI-lbwMOdkAHgtOsGv4O0njIq1MyTNcqHoLa5gF8BFPMLUe3Pe0RXW7dYEinPgdFuuGoo0HA8c/s320/dd-music+king.png" /><strong>Supestar Star is a music king and refers to himself to recognize his own reverence!<br /></strong><br />Sam grows drunk on the power of adulation,<br />He shirks his duties, and drifts further away from his artistic soul<br />Ohh the music and dancing he once did<br />A shadow of his former self<br />Sam refers to himself as Sam as though he knoweth of his greatness in shiny outfits<br />All Thrown aside for groupies, fugly clothing, and sharaab<br />David Brown,a young dramatic actor appears on scene<br />To take his paycheque but lends some gravitas to the tale<br />Exasperated is he by Sam's rock n disco lifestyle<br />"You should know the difference between a bedroom and green room"<br />Unbeknownst to Superstar Sam, this is the beginning of his descent<br />David Brown, free of the shackles of Sam<br />Drives around at night and spots a sweaty dancing man<br />Jimmy emerges in the light!<br />Ohh how he twists and twirls around,<br />Ohh the energetic thrusts he does<br />Ohh the forceful head banging that mirrors that of the author of this epic on a usual day!<br />What a talent, David has seen<br />What a future this young fellow will have<br />He foretells that Jimmy will become an idol<br />Receiver of Beatles-esque adulation<br />Ohh the promotional items bearing the prestige of Jimmy's name: </p><p><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528515229656528290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ZWXLWna1zXt3iYhyphenhyphenBKqnXhWLtZmG4497-_GZ0-YEWhbpW0QT56Y3V5EqzwCBLxnGYRGkaVv_YBI4p2hxwR1QaniHDoh8GvPdQvtrakeM4RgSxL3bYlFnzGIO53yn9TxFuAolbo1jjPI/s320/dd-the+path+to+glory.png" /> <strong>This great man gets more than his 10% of Jimmy's earnings!<br /></strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528516167851407938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8hK5aNF12ManP8JvPkqgXDWbgRGup8kP2vE7s_Ls7Q3JuCTfYNTwNIrc5wnHUsQsLtN8psY0A2620yBK8oIsVREg03huoeCYYRaTZv15XKhyFpW3lEHP3gK2gOFQTqVm4hrNEWzsrkXc/s320/dd-conquer.png" /><strong>And conquer Jimmy shall!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj976M2QvQCcGuJueiPzNjMiVrTKmCL2S7ahAKGq3OjMXI43BElszSZERzmJJy8f7X8wayBZ81nmULs1aBOdkJfEhX3h7b4M9oPUaz6-k_VrMkoHguDL5zwL3lVZL5hO3ogZJ0oiV9H3v4/s1600/dd-pop+idol.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528516752018739874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj976M2QvQCcGuJueiPzNjMiVrTKmCL2S7ahAKGq3OjMXI43BElszSZERzmJJy8f7X8wayBZ81nmULs1aBOdkJfEhX3h7b4M9oPUaz6-k_VrMkoHguDL5zwL3lVZL5hO3ogZJ0oiV9H3v4/s320/dd-pop+idol.png" /></a><strong>David Brown uncovers the talents of Jimmy and unveils him to the female population<br /></strong></p><p>With great fame comes cracktastic wardrobe items<br />Jimmy croons the spectacular "Krishna Dharti Pe Aaja Tu"<br />Perhaps the divine Krishna shall not come to the Dharti</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO4QQuZFtbwvtBcm7JwYjeO5uJbjS5WGqtqwcOFpo_n2LW72v7awiVykezarxPoDIdVcsC1JEkgqofeaokWO4_eQcG_svfaOfDgXMNQIWDqLkzLsYhtyinT_AIplvuqooqUgEzf7cgig/s1600/dd-cotton+wool+outfit.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528518866353207938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO4QQuZFtbwvtBcm7JwYjeO5uJbjS5WGqtqwcOFpo_n2LW72v7awiVykezarxPoDIdVcsC1JEkgqofeaokWO4_eQcG_svfaOfDgXMNQIWDqLkzLsYhtyinT_AIplvuqooqUgEzf7cgig/s320/dd-cotton+wool+outfit.png" /></a><strong>To be greeted by Jimmy in a sacreligious cotton wool garnished suit</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjA-ANqgXXdFbeM3zYn-F3U9x1moDkylZR9u9pwSmsp0RghwaUyq-f3jb8iHAvoB4-6NXI7KvUeI2JefmtasJ72bdpHRNJJGrtzLnMyhPYqlcxvdfKVMaL5ykDQgAt2cYeoaFoxu0eFU4/s1600/dd-boosh+tape+man.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528518575530722850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjA-ANqgXXdFbeM3zYn-F3U9x1moDkylZR9u9pwSmsp0RghwaUyq-f3jb8iHAvoB4-6NXI7KvUeI2JefmtasJ72bdpHRNJJGrtzLnMyhPYqlcxvdfKVMaL5ykDQgAt2cYeoaFoxu0eFU4/s320/dd-boosh+tape+man.png" /></a><strong> Or a jacket that recalls the Videotape Monster from "The Mighty Boosh"</strong><br /><br />Through Jimmy's travails with fame he meets many amorous ladies!<br />Oooh who's is this impertinent girl throwing shoes at the great Jimmy<br />It is none other than his Eve, both unknown of their childhood bond<br />The two young children once sang a happy tune<br />Both filmi kids bopping heads and shaking hips in sync<br />Ohh these two handsome folk are simply intertwined by destiny<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLrmIGCaRrrfBg3-uZtXi9NRbbrei182YeAU0MnycU35sMzlB1Mf3isJo1abmmRWPjtQLsNARXEFk61_7qFAufJ_nyU2r9BBzl9ZZIu4Zi12J7WgltvgApG81EBP4T-4zZtQ5O5m7D18/s1600/dd-brain+money.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528521381332073250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLrmIGCaRrrfBg3-uZtXi9NRbbrei182YeAU0MnycU35sMzlB1Mf3isJo1abmmRWPjtQLsNARXEFk61_7qFAufJ_nyU2r9BBzl9ZZIu4Zi12J7WgltvgApG81EBP4T-4zZtQ5O5m7D18/s320/dd-brain+money.png" /></a><strong>Except for Jimmy's canny ability to smell through her brain and determine her social status<br /></strong><br /><p>Ohh masala muse!<br />Is it thine that has orchestrated the similarities of these two stars<br />We unearth Superstar Sam screwy relations with his parent<br />A conniving but ultimately loving father<br />Ohh poor Sam, his shiny suits stripped of him<br />Blurry orbs become his regular vision after many a sharaabi night </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNzWvON_5v4heTG-5zQJtpsokIGM6HhbTnkC07hlGX8A_CC8EmRyEZuAkqemZHt9mdVB1dmpncVjGUvA33V0pQc6KvSkC9cS9hqeQB4FGh51XhDRaMkOa-Qb3qBwelGPpwXhrPhXsjqc/s1600/dd-header.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528523868086345378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNzWvON_5v4heTG-5zQJtpsokIGM6HhbTnkC07hlGX8A_CC8EmRyEZuAkqemZHt9mdVB1dmpncVjGUvA33V0pQc6KvSkC9cS9hqeQB4FGh51XhDRaMkOa-Qb3qBwelGPpwXhrPhXsjqc/s320/dd-header.png" /></a><strong>Masking his pierced ego, he guzzles his bottles of rum down</strong><br /><br />One fateful night, David Brown visits his daughter<br />The badly dressed hussy resides with Sam,<br />Comforting him on the bad days<br />An enraged and sozzled Sam roars and hisses at David<br />"How dare thou enter my drunken abode! Nikhal jao yahaan se!!"<br />Ohh what a tragic fate has befallen this once music king, David muses<br />The sharaab now controls Superstar Sam's actions<br />Naturally daaru is spilt, with a fair share of insults!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-RyZ655eTbordYSjfTKZg3k3_SwEPlPYjA2mg_YNnxSL0F39LWJHSfLD-XQj84AkgvhmMH6ffKsxhQZacX052smEf3o0w5NqMoLI9pZ6Mv4-J0-etMPioX8oc_UiMEfdrpJymTbuARk/s1600/dd-great+no+more.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528525884969602978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-RyZ655eTbordYSjfTKZg3k3_SwEPlPYjA2mg_YNnxSL0F39LWJHSfLD-XQj84AkgvhmMH6ffKsxhQZacX052smEf3o0w5NqMoLI9pZ6Mv4-J0-etMPioX8oc_UiMEfdrpJymTbuARk/s320/dd-great+no+more.png" /></a><strong> "I'm still great!" Ohh the words of so many forgotten disco stars!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528526795960536242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWIomTbwl8S-YHDMX4Ax5ZCenrBufV5DjY8_k9FivXSyrQ5fmn3-nLZz1UnZUTXksohRI-uSOhDSUCXG0PQNznM7KHP6Vsllnq5EmQcxJF2k34neut8lmYWQg1UK7mtMjFhnkaQCaUZA/s320/dd-sam+a+thing.png" />Bechaara Superstar Sam admits that he is a "thing" rather than a star!<br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zp-QInfDglKKHfLPtSQ8EvI_VKXCVDMVrgPu2xe_HfW_9ngnXQXhebEddH_qs4upFk0Tbd1hW38t4lbQvxV8xOKImPpc2wTUwQflC1LppOPNr1CKlXTGOginorejdb3L-IE2a0__SbI/s1600/dd-sam+gone+rude.png"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528528190217668914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zp-QInfDglKKHfLPtSQ8EvI_VKXCVDMVrgPu2xe_HfW_9ngnXQXhebEddH_qs4upFk0Tbd1hW38t4lbQvxV8xOKImPpc2wTUwQflC1LppOPNr1CKlXTGOginorejdb3L-IE2a0__SbI/s320/dd-sam+gone+rude.png" /></strong></a><strong> Daaru on his manager/father-in-law, Sam is enraged!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528529581343854306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc17Ns8Km9Ya5Ai-y7KeR9eLr1yojpgL0jKu4-ky_nTjuYGjEaG3dxHtF4fO31uWZ4GHlTPxzBOND6U0NFV8ry9D1KxRqB7HvxE0eosV-S2bWVJD5uKZKa8WklQKvJnZ6ySB8z_LEnp8A/s320/dd-weirdo.png" />Jimmy's hyper reliance on his mother grows to gargantuan heights!<br /><br /></strong>In the upper echeleons of fame, Jimmy neuroses multiply<br />He accepts some more chawl and dahl poison feeding from his maa<br />This unspeakable act is committed in public!<br />Nothing is mentioned of it, but such acts have dire consequences!<br />The great god of Masala has moved the two pawns<br />Onto a path that will affect both of their personal lives forever!<br />A seed is planted by the masala sprites sent from above </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Zjv-fAghGySE9-wGsTcSLLeX6ztT4JBWej1UfsGKT91hFtNi_V1UverWgpc353Ec4x1zylSBRLG4FncaP0JL8iaXw5CAYDASyViIxuI592rQ0__-kNJsyH0HOJU0XG2Xds0qSrqwYFw/s1600/dd-heroin+addict.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528530978759629970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Zjv-fAghGySE9-wGsTcSLLeX6ztT4JBWej1UfsGKT91hFtNi_V1UverWgpc353Ec4x1zylSBRLG4FncaP0JL8iaXw5CAYDASyViIxuI592rQ0__-kNJsyH0HOJU0XG2Xds0qSrqwYFw/s320/dd-heroin+addict.png" /></a><strong> Such is the downward spiral of Superstar Sam!</strong></p><p>Into Superstar's Sam's head during a heroin high<br />Sifting through the images of his mind,<br />Superstar Sam has an idea to kill Jimmy!<br />With father evilest he hires baddies<br />To literally turn the amp up to 11 to kill Jimmy<br />Unfortunately the masala sprites mix their masala dust<br />Into the wrong hands and the Shrewish Maa hears of the plan<br />In her taxi she rushes to save her son<br />Despite feeding him poisonous Freudian issues, Maa loves Jimmy<br />The Masala Lord above has written the story already<br />And watches as Maa gets her comeuppance by touching the #11 Guitar! </p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjta5IBaV9zgL9sL-FQnCbfl8v3LfYeQXqPfrMxFLuNbKXHm4ODvgpYM9lJIhbNybKqYZ_dbiTIisyl_1haJ6ATq7dVPnySt254DjTvCiCzyUPtDNV86JcuCeWRER-ebTszM5A6lODGEh0/s1600/dd-electrocuted+maa.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528532753978014786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjta5IBaV9zgL9sL-FQnCbfl8v3LfYeQXqPfrMxFLuNbKXHm4ODvgpYM9lJIhbNybKqYZ_dbiTIisyl_1haJ6ATq7dVPnySt254DjTvCiCzyUPtDNV86JcuCeWRER-ebTszM5A6lODGEh0/s320/dd-electrocuted+maa.png" /></a><strong>The Shrew is extinguished but not for long...<br /></strong><br />Ohh Masala Lord what have thy done?!<br />Mere Anarchy is loosed upon this disco world<br />But ohh no I must not question your convolutions my Lord<br />In the death of his mother, Jimmy neuroses reach the hilt<br />Masala sprites why hast thou powder flown to the wrong receiver!<br />Jimmy has turned into a recluse,<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMzle3fvnpG968ZgY_GEWFzPxsoR6U4buEOC-T-OBhzTqdyAmczuFPz_r70W3wN6ND59xpJ2p2DkXpohXHYTphe_iKoktj10eHx_zQQYDduZjQc2zJcpDZhgxBSWAicRzIVnA6NyTn8U/s1600/dd-crybaby.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528534364807851058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFMzle3fvnpG968ZgY_GEWFzPxsoR6U4buEOC-T-OBhzTqdyAmczuFPz_r70W3wN6ND59xpJ2p2DkXpohXHYTphe_iKoktj10eHx_zQQYDduZjQc2zJcpDZhgxBSWAicRzIVnA6NyTn8U/s320/dd-crybaby.png" /></a><strong> Oceans of tears grace his cheeks, never shall he walk on stage again!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2fv8oViyNU4IQfi6TxtVYufm5wW8Lk8orC1euyjrR5qIeG_FHBZJjJnmDvDvYdJdsrbXekuLMwZ14nU9M9XssfMlb8_3sCadwxm-Jv4gmEQ4cru6ENxGZD0Q9Q1-IPJpdT-889ZdzVc/s1600/dd-tad+eager+too+eager.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528535228540377874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX2fv8oViyNU4IQfi6TxtVYufm5wW8Lk8orC1euyjrR5qIeG_FHBZJjJnmDvDvYdJdsrbXekuLMwZ14nU9M9XssfMlb8_3sCadwxm-Jv4gmEQ4cru6ENxGZD0Q9Q1-IPJpdT-889ZdzVc/s320/dd-tad+eager+too+eager.png" /></a> I break with the flow to say Karan Razdan is an Acting Genius!<br /></strong><br />In the depths of Disco Descent,Superstar Sam is rejoicing!<br />His father evilest is pleased to see his Hell spawn in a better mood<br />But underneath the maniacal laughter, father evilest is shocked<br />His prodigal Hell-spawn has gone mad with his addictions<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bkTeHkeVxuTCqJTyMH0MMcEhnrEnhg6BNGN-IJs3ZS9V4IM2PxkLlwtxUkSRp8w3K-qHq4fj7DCoupVL704gNBexfJRYBGvO23DYcpoNIIF4y7Iwlq-ru_QTvhADCD09p87IWQ5G66A/s1600/dd-FUCKIN+LOL.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540161199455730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8bkTeHkeVxuTCqJTyMH0MMcEhnrEnhg6BNGN-IJs3ZS9V4IM2PxkLlwtxUkSRp8w3K-qHq4fj7DCoupVL704gNBexfJRYBGvO23DYcpoNIIF4y7Iwlq-ru_QTvhADCD09p87IWQ5G66A/s320/dd-FUCKIN+LOL.png" /></a><strong> The height of Jimmy's mental issues!</strong></p><p>Father reveals that Jimmy has become extremely fragile<br />The death of his mother horriblest has caused him<br />Extreme anguish and he cowers when seeing a guitar!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOQPp9EsNz38njIT02GeFoI_ncklzBf6rV5js-Tx0xUgbCcVRBIQWh9hAK_88fvLnyv5Co9mIXqzL0wNsl8lOTPJ1JqttJRu9fgk9xxKUMR2YbwCQXz0ViCACJbfH-lYlreTU7MRB_JY/s1600/dd-nahieeee.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528540813097265938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOQPp9EsNz38njIT02GeFoI_ncklzBf6rV5js-Tx0xUgbCcVRBIQWh9hAK_88fvLnyv5Co9mIXqzL0wNsl8lOTPJ1JqttJRu9fgk9xxKUMR2YbwCQXz0ViCACJbfH-lYlreTU7MRB_JY/s320/dd-nahieeee.png" /></a><strong> Jimmy's extreme fright at seeing the dreaded guitar! NAHIEEEE<br /></strong><br />It seems that the Masala universe has been dislodged<br />Our two guiding lights have succumbed to madness<br />Ohh Masala Lord, thou hast destroyed talent that thou hast put on this earth!<br />Jimmy has become afraid of the very instrument he sharpened<br />To strike and bring the city to its knees under his stardom!<br />And our tragic Superstar Sam, what shall become of him?<br />So many lives destroyed over the power of Disco<br />Fie fie on Disco! Let it wither, let it die!<br />It perpetuates the cycle of Dard-e-disco<br />Bappi-beats hath destroyed the wiggly hips of our stars<br />The shiny costumes hath made them blind of their humble origins<br />Two men intertwined by their passion for Disco<br />Have fallen to the depths of Disco Descent trying to conquer it!<br />Disco ist a killer!<br />!THE END! </p><p></p>Well there you have my mock-heroic epic, I never did complete my Masala Pradesh Production of Paradise Lost, but I really didn't need to as you can see above! I hope this is as fun to read as it was for me to write up! Disco Dancer is really a freaking epic film that had me hook liner and synthesizer! I'm sure most of you must have this dvd on your shelf and we can all admit that this is the best kind of cult classic that there is! I hope you enjoy my life's crowning achievement of my 19 years! Hell who can claim they wrote a mock heroic epic that too on Disco Dancer! ERRRM MEEE! Enjoy the read and I do promise I shall try and focus on some the actual good and prestige films I have on my shelf!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528541943687608466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWSKFqB3xNh5UQY8Zckl4R7CpDCVicqia_VtWMlvhDZDlKLZmExneFeRD20VEL6aWp21t613Mp9EyeBjjXA835Ef5aL2nQ3yiut1G2Nt67tKcV9MgX9Ng07tU-Rh1JFYL6d5vMTjnnfo/s320/dd-hes+loling+too.png" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">By the end of this, you'll probably be hooting along with Pagal No.1 Superstar Sam!</span></strong></p>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-35637487329936610902010-09-27T15:49:00.020-07:002010-09-27T18:13:58.913-07:00Shakti - Transcendental Masala Cinema, plus some Daddy Issues!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMr3bkG1JU8_izhjhPy9aZwvkoaikF9pu_mMV9VHKkS4m8ihUDF5Ce8h9bKL1Z31D6Gq3G42H8jAVfh01My6rKcfjq2kkYbwkqWZjSSESFoWhGJLj0eUQwtAWJNXM1OC1KIXwyV6iow7Y/s1600/mujhe+bhi.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMr3bkG1JU8_izhjhPy9aZwvkoaikF9pu_mMV9VHKkS4m8ihUDF5Ce8h9bKL1Z31D6Gq3G42H8jAVfh01My6rKcfjq2kkYbwkqWZjSSESFoWhGJLj0eUQwtAWJNXM1OC1KIXwyV6iow7Y/s320/mujhe+bhi.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521729652748120194" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, I have always loved Amitabh for all his mad death scenes</span><br /><br />Once every so often, there is a movie that just goes above all expectations and touches your masala dil, Shakti is one of those films that ran with my heart and induced a Barsaat Cry! I for one am upholder of Masala ideals, wherever there is a missing son/daughter/hamster or a rain song, then you know that I'll be there! (I was trying to copy the whole idealistic speech from Grapes of Wrath, but that would be too much!)<br /><br />Anyway, Shakti is a film that I wholeheartedly love because it elevates all its masala trappings turns it into a level of cinematic magic. The script was written by masala scribes Salim and Javed, so there are lots of typical and archetypal staples that we get in this film. But somehow due to the performances of the two greatest actors of Indian cinema, Shakti becomes a film of aggression, Oedipal drama as well as some necessary dishoom-dishoom!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8WjOeOotNuv5RrvB4TEhPUhomgr_y135a0D3SzomXQJ0NStTgyHEOtF4amW6c1m9B4upt0O-XwLYWozEmsLWw26SEm40-7rKR_uRjMzWUYpS-vMxircIwngqEDgECeAqfTtqP-dNZ2k/s1600/Baby+Anil.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8WjOeOotNuv5RrvB4TEhPUhomgr_y135a0D3SzomXQJ0NStTgyHEOtF4amW6c1m9B4upt0O-XwLYWozEmsLWw26SEm40-7rKR_uRjMzWUYpS-vMxircIwngqEDgECeAqfTtqP-dNZ2k/s320/Baby+Anil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521734570685360530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Look at my Anil cho chweet!</span><br /><br />So lets start off with Ashwini Kumar(Dilip) telling his grandson(Anil Kapoor-looking soo young) abour his father. I like how I was able to foretell that Anil and Dilip would also be in another favorite of mine, full of drama and dace-offs in Mashaal, I'm just that good y'all!! Ashwini and his wife Maa(Rakhee) have a very peaceful life along with their son Vijay(Master Raju-my filmi baccha son). Ashwini is a police officer and is always getting into tussles with JK(Amrish Puri) and KD Narang(Kulbhushan Kharbanda), when he arrests their right hand man, and my favorite villain from Toofan, Goga Kapoor!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3qCRW3IrPA_8y5Cutw1acHZaBYHg78FiN3GBoVSpLqyOn4xQ5Jsy1Qe-wOqV7EkkAqLGtLr_xp0qAU23dfZrGxcP53JlGDPHOhgaDqSTNCxIINaLv_6nblTiqTPl1jFyUfPMj2rDSwU/s1600/gogakapoor.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3qCRW3IrPA_8y5Cutw1acHZaBYHg78FiN3GBoVSpLqyOn4xQ5Jsy1Qe-wOqV7EkkAqLGtLr_xp0qAU23dfZrGxcP53JlGDPHOhgaDqSTNCxIINaLv_6nblTiqTPl1jFyUfPMj2rDSwU/s320/gogakapoor.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521735256139307106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Goga Kapoor with some better hair and getup than Toofan</span><br /><br />Ashwini manages to lock up Goga, to the ire of the principal baddies JK n KD, so the two men decide to kidnap Vijay in exchange for Goga. Ashwini is worried, and what follows is such a strong scene to shape the rest of the film. Ashwini refuses to let Goga go, and shouts on the phone, "Go kill him if you dare, just kill him" about his son, which Vijay hears and is really shaken by, that his father cares more for his job than his son.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirv7od3IuwVnaFwSisLdVOpupoO464dF0NZNKiMtPdzr2azMKTqi_ZiBorcRDnSnKJdGxLN4iIP3Wvg1hXUkE9jIszRXBA1XraSJKjJmFuUfxj1gbXJyEkPd7XLdT4ZmltjHjAWhmz-Gk/s1600/master+raju.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirv7od3IuwVnaFwSisLdVOpupoO464dF0NZNKiMtPdzr2azMKTqi_ZiBorcRDnSnKJdGxLN4iIP3Wvg1hXUkE9jIszRXBA1XraSJKjJmFuUfxj1gbXJyEkPd7XLdT4ZmltjHjAWhmz-Gk/s320/master+raju.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521736815396894754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">My son Master Raju about to become a Vigilante!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPASYwUr7wH56fefAvwUa2p7vunfPk653Ty1-_8V3so0z0hefXhiA-vdXfsjAPyWW2JPTrijsjNs8656MGCbzCHolBxN-9Tk37GAdjWQdUzLCRNG7cHi-5QhEOenHlK_U0sn6kuVU7Jg/s1600/nasty+dad.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPASYwUr7wH56fefAvwUa2p7vunfPk653Ty1-_8V3so0z0hefXhiA-vdXfsjAPyWW2JPTrijsjNs8656MGCbzCHolBxN-9Tk37GAdjWQdUzLCRNG7cHi-5QhEOenHlK_U0sn6kuVU7Jg/s320/nasty+dad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521760905262849490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Awww it's all downhill from here!</span><br /><br />Vijay manages to break free, and is saved by KD who lets him go. Vijay manages to get home before Ashwini comes to save him, and the next day, Vijay keeps replaying the phone call in his head. This small incident mushrooms later when Vijay grows up and drifts apart from his father, Ashwini on the other hand acts like nothing happened and doesn't see why his son is so darn angry all day long. This was great writing on Salim n Javed's part because they seem to blur the lines of who's right and wrong. Vijay, who holds that incident against his father and Ashwini, who ignores his son for his duty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxQj9QwNfz3C18jAuq_4u70_2EdCm43jSaMgkKlfhyphenhyphenRilKSllI4VuW0HGZsVdv-D-owqDNT6qIximb4_et5EhOSdRYR0DrQsBkM6zsFOlEeKtnS5NpTRDsSYMUolV4fI6pJ-SlZ3vB5Y/s1600/mummy.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxQj9QwNfz3C18jAuq_4u70_2EdCm43jSaMgkKlfhyphenhyphenRilKSllI4VuW0HGZsVdv-D-owqDNT6qIximb4_et5EhOSdRYR0DrQsBkM6zsFOlEeKtnS5NpTRDsSYMUolV4fI6pJ-SlZ3vB5Y/s320/mummy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521739351875065586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">My only quibble: Rakhee as Amitabh's maa? NAHIEE!</span><br /><br />Also its good to see the focus on father-son issues rather than the always brilliant but usual dependence on the mother figure. Though Rakhee puts some gray makeup on, she does a brilliant job of trying to mediate between the two men in her life, and another point addressed is how she just accepts that her husband is more focused on his job and neglects his home life and her.<br />The other woman of the piece is Roma(Smita Patil) who meets Vijay on the train, and then is rescued by him from some thugs!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuvSvW5ZO0yULfHzB2zSOoTkb5Nynf-mKIAcTy0EBVBJFA2C3owPKvl6NekvjK9yk9MUkpx1Ea8wS35rkzL3v7aMpS5oEsJ2YwpsvrOHdK8jKWf4LvaFzHQEYq5Yf1l0D54uiT0Lsnws/s1600/pothead.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuvSvW5ZO0yULfHzB2zSOoTkb5Nynf-mKIAcTy0EBVBJFA2C3owPKvl6NekvjK9yk9MUkpx1Ea8wS35rkzL3v7aMpS5oEsJ2YwpsvrOHdK8jKWf4LvaFzHQEYq5Yf1l0D54uiT0Lsnws/s320/pothead.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521740706122750274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">What health and safety conscious thugs these are!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVwAz59AylQQtPOTkl3nNM3PnMgNxiCB90S4Bi1WNzU-qQ83wnyUVlXVOiSWCt38RlXYmV55ajx5rMA0pchtqVqP131Vq8JS-7bhxNIzTNCH6PlTP99E0BSQ8e2zwaVa1r1Cu9yNbcf8/s1600/chat.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVwAz59AylQQtPOTkl3nNM3PnMgNxiCB90S4Bi1WNzU-qQ83wnyUVlXVOiSWCt38RlXYmV55ajx5rMA0pchtqVqP131Vq8JS-7bhxNIzTNCH6PlTP99E0BSQ8e2zwaVa1r1Cu9yNbcf8/s320/chat.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521741148748746482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The nicest and most down-to-earth jodi ever!</span><br /><br />Amitabh n Smita have such a easygoing jodi that worked really well here, and their courtship scenes are so wonderful because they are universal and real. The two of them walk home, and awkwardly and flirtaciously get to know each other, this was definitely refreshing to see and though there's a flower n dancing in the trees song later, there is a good progression towards their love, its not "WOAH I LOVE YOU RIGHT THIS MINUTE, LETS SING!!!" Even though its a small supporting role, Smita gives it her all, and her character isn't a usual condescending heroine that begs Vijay to leave his bad world, they live together and have a shotgun wedding but I definitely liked this change!<br /><br />But getting back to the story, Vijay is jobless till he lands a job with KD, who hires him on the spot at his hotel. KD is a smuggler and this doesn't go down well with Ashwini who goes on a lecture about how Vijay will shame him if accepts the job, and Vijay quite rightly tells him to get lost and of course he's kicked out of the ghar!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlLnXd8Hpywf67yV-P1IgwGiyYTWb0rmvq7ew7fueXC8ccWbS3oEzC_AWOg9wATzmCVuf-RLuLX3fDKgbRW7TJC2iyz5VqqBv0A1eQxhtey_eesGum7BrvWG5noymDK4aJBiskK8U3h4/s1600/pagal.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlLnXd8Hpywf67yV-P1IgwGiyYTWb0rmvq7ew7fueXC8ccWbS3oEzC_AWOg9wATzmCVuf-RLuLX3fDKgbRW7TJC2iyz5VqqBv0A1eQxhtey_eesGum7BrvWG5noymDK4aJBiskK8U3h4/s320/pagal.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521743525903900642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">WOAH Dilip just pulled out the "Extreme Daddy Issues for Life" card!</span><br /><br />Vijay leaves home and is spotted by Roma who lets him live with her! Oooo progressive! Tensions between the two men become increasingly fractured, when Vijay is accused of the murder of some drunk guy that hassled Roma, Ashwini again spares his personal feelings no thought and jails his own innocent son. KD now bails Vijay out and tells him that JK is responsible for this mayhem. And as we all know when Amitabh is named Vijay, he naturally turns into ire personified Vigilante Vijay. I was able to overlook this for a bit, because I understood that Vijay was supremely hurt that JK would humiliate him in front of his father by framing him! And the crucial moment here was that KD was rubbing it in Ashwini's face that Vijay had found a new father figure! BOOOM!<br /><br />JK now is upset with his former partner KD and Vijay and tries to kill them! Of course this is hilarious because Amrish is in full anger mode and roaring out his lines!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIygMTGsO8Jqgm4to2c_4QUjCcgnlcxIjPA9wMCiTsJBehkHeY8Tovqpra6gmsa98Xq9dV9Dzteu5k9wmd3-aANXktwehlHdoTIwuvIC5KJDv_Ilw26rYI7TLMzdU0UuVRZ66TMDQcwq4/s1600/superman.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIygMTGsO8Jqgm4to2c_4QUjCcgnlcxIjPA9wMCiTsJBehkHeY8Tovqpra6gmsa98Xq9dV9Dzteu5k9wmd3-aANXktwehlHdoTIwuvIC5KJDv_Ilw26rYI7TLMzdU0UuVRZ66TMDQcwq4/s320/superman.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521747756588693250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Can you imagine how angry he sounded</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS_31l09s4UHigLCy7iu-xoyJB9UNCh8Sltul7s0OUAtRxsxaWp2biRPpUD2_4NWxBJG9BbAsH_t9shN_aWSZ-0ki9ridMmuM997HLXXhqng1V6VrlWLcrKL0x1ai5wW_fDb1QU4C7bo/s1600/leaping.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHS_31l09s4UHigLCy7iu-xoyJB9UNCh8Sltul7s0OUAtRxsxaWp2biRPpUD2_4NWxBJG9BbAsH_t9shN_aWSZ-0ki9ridMmuM997HLXXhqng1V6VrlWLcrKL0x1ai5wW_fDb1QU4C7bo/s320/leaping.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521748257980947394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amitabh doing his amazing leaping about!</span><br />KD now thinks of Vijay as his son for saving him, but Vijay has a great line about how the word son has become a gaali or swearword for him. What follows is some amazing drama and face-offs between Dilip and Amitabh.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLQjKCxY42LSDqxpPDuYz1p1swF679y95ilnarUPzJUukyyXkYoZONuYvtPVATlQcjqnCWlfMVZVengSFjA8wOKfQtrY63L1WOWCANVvgEGxFopR-FNQFrOJ_KiZ3YbfOxtFse11xSIo/s1600/faceoff.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLQjKCxY42LSDqxpPDuYz1p1swF679y95ilnarUPzJUukyyXkYoZONuYvtPVATlQcjqnCWlfMVZVengSFjA8wOKfQtrY63L1WOWCANVvgEGxFopR-FNQFrOJ_KiZ3YbfOxtFse11xSIo/s320/faceoff.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521750703334197250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Good positioning and fabulous actors!</span><br /><br />Its usually troublesome to have two amazing actors on screen together in a film, for example who was the sappiest but best in Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham or Mashaal with my Anil and Dilip, there's usually a telling scene where one actor goes the extra mile than the other. But in Shakti you have two of the most competent actors ever not competing but just adding to the drama, to make it almost Shakespearian(yes it's OTT but there's so much good acting here!). Dilip, master of the method acting and emotional delivery is stellar as Ashwini Kumar, he makes the character human instead of masala caricature of an egregiously horrid father, when his wife dies and he's crying for her is an example of just how solid a performer Dilip is. We empathize with Ashwini, who's let his career interfere with his relationships and how he's unable to rectify them till the end.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdmIm8IeOvj5bOYzuRnwiPuVvuJlHo5SMK7Q430rQnAsLZxFG50WVC7nfS8UkuLA6TKY5YUn7Dn5Gy5M5NI9fR9QoyzD_ZisFy2cjlDyvjHgFwkD7Vr5T8uJJnxXfexdQWxocaMPo0qE/s1600/sad.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghdmIm8IeOvj5bOYzuRnwiPuVvuJlHo5SMK7Q430rQnAsLZxFG50WVC7nfS8UkuLA6TKY5YUn7Dn5Gy5M5NI9fR9QoyzD_ZisFy2cjlDyvjHgFwkD7Vr5T8uJJnxXfexdQWxocaMPo0qE/s320/sad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521751294632655298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">One of the best scenes ever!</span><br /><br />Amitabh too imbues such pathos into Vijay, sure people can say its another variation of the many vengeful Vijay's that he's played before. But really you'd be missing the point, this Vijay is more anguished than the Vijay from Zanjeer or the calculating Vijay from Trishul. This Vijay is jaded and bitter and crushed that he can't live up to his father's ideals and instead decides to "act out" in the general sense against his father. But what struck me was how Amitabh played him as strong in pursuing his own identity however opposing from his fathers. In one of the more famous scenes in the film, Vijay tells Roma that his father has two wives, his mum and the law, and that his father loves his "step brother" his pride more than Vijay, and this could be another moment of AB doing his typical angry Sharaabi shtick but it was revealing in his pain and I loved it!<br /><br />There's a moment from the screencap above, where these two actors just join forces in making this film transcendental. Vijay has been released for a short while to attend his maa's funeral, and he sees his father crying and joins him in mourning. Its these quiet moments where these two titans of the screen play off each other so well, and it makes me love films even more if in one scene with these two can elevate the lousiest film in the world to art, then I'm happy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_YuRxG97XkBP1dnk10XZMJ1wLL3BkgPaCvcl2P6_ynf9ns-gIXx4ShfPZ0C0u34qO-v5mv5ky3JpStCPcniWuF-1L6gz_AVs5wOdnBPOHLYAs6eSMzb85K2MCPhKbr-KVkjFNdGmwLs/s1600/step+bro.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr_YuRxG97XkBP1dnk10XZMJ1wLL3BkgPaCvcl2P6_ynf9ns-gIXx4ShfPZ0C0u34qO-v5mv5ky3JpStCPcniWuF-1L6gz_AVs5wOdnBPOHLYAs6eSMzb85K2MCPhKbr-KVkjFNdGmwLs/s320/step+bro.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521758004732780098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The famous drunken sadness scene!</span><br /><br />I could be going overboard in my praise but I really haven't seen a film where two actors have just burned the screen by sheer intensity of powerful acting, that too in a dressed down masala film like this. Sure there are astounding moments in arthouse films and middle of the road cinema that can be equally as amazing. But with this film I was just jolted up that this was Amitabh Bachchan and Dilip Kumar both crying and mourning together and facing off together in a normal film like this.<br /><br />I'll try and recover from all that cinephile gush, perhaps it because I was reading my Bhagwan Francois Truffaut's book on films that made me hyperventilate and spew with praise. ANYWAYS masala films always have stunts or thrills that make your adrenaline somewhat rise up if you're not laughing at the extra who fell over that wasn't even hit. This film has got lots of thrills that are actually good and made me go "Ooo watch out Amitabh!!" or make me go "Woah now thats some action!"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2beDdefWkb8oNSr-jFS1d14ttmuhf5WcsQy2H4HelXH2cAw8T04yydN_jj2LeJP3hdJXS-4l3UN20g2hhxR60kfevITYWldec3QawkasE_E_idJ_DH2SREPQ-oRjbtHbwVMIosHXepM/s1600/thrills.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2beDdefWkb8oNSr-jFS1d14ttmuhf5WcsQy2H4HelXH2cAw8T04yydN_jj2LeJP3hdJXS-4l3UN20g2hhxR60kfevITYWldec3QawkasE_E_idJ_DH2SREPQ-oRjbtHbwVMIosHXepM/s320/thrills.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521756426942611938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vijay being chased around by a mad tractor! Transformers gone WILD!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_XqXdEk-selcsQVi_tXL3ZdvjAKDTL238a7eoTJJMqBiHnCn5Suna-i-ONhu5ocyASMKtQxbm_YQcP1PlgJoXYlW3_Yf0S4s81WDI_xJclQ_z5qkkgnXCNHlPHDfK2qFHrhqQmM9s-g/s1600/thats+the+shit.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_XqXdEk-selcsQVi_tXL3ZdvjAKDTL238a7eoTJJMqBiHnCn5Suna-i-ONhu5ocyASMKtQxbm_YQcP1PlgJoXYlW3_Yf0S4s81WDI_xJclQ_z5qkkgnXCNHlPHDfK2qFHrhqQmM9s-g/s320/thats+the+shit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521757054862321682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amitabh going all Dirty Vijay on us!</span><br /><br />The film was really thrilling towards the end with a chase in the Mumbai Airport, where planes are actually about to take off and Dilip and Amitabh are running around and in between them, very well done!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxFbhdM2oMLHpuHpo3XLqcCvvZy2wiNlY6kfihS3KbvsCzjn2lNejvWhDBK7GVnJ4y-ZnD61bCvG3nkOaC5bOVHKK2Haxhyphenhyphen8Sx9yw716wAGV7w1ZS6ZL-EHo6U-sUWHI5I8m885rW7x4/s1600/titans.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxFbhdM2oMLHpuHpo3XLqcCvvZy2wiNlY6kfihS3KbvsCzjn2lNejvWhDBK7GVnJ4y-ZnD61bCvG3nkOaC5bOVHKK2Haxhyphenhyphen8Sx9yw716wAGV7w1ZS6ZL-EHo6U-sUWHI5I8m885rW7x4/s320/titans.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521760149237827506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">If Dadamoni is in the film even for a paycheque role, it stills classes up the joint!</span><br /><br />Kids, when I like a movie I REALLYY like a movie, and I know everyone's masala intake is different but me I can take it by the tonne-load, but this is a really fabulous film showcasing the two best actors of Bollywood playing off each other very well, and disguising the masala trappings into a really intense narrative.<br />I leave you with an imploringly wet and sexy Amitabh to beckon you to see the film:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VbXgiP0lrtnaz7xOJdNUjKFEgJb-8SpJetjg_8lhfbrGudRiK7RsMYTYEP8Q8H1bIlKMG09RqTSAYk0NUI_BNrXVV9qiCHiDCoRspxk4gG-FWkTCRuIb9VmAY7wUpa8n4u39QtpSgeQ/s1600/wet.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8VbXgiP0lrtnaz7xOJdNUjKFEgJb-8SpJetjg_8lhfbrGudRiK7RsMYTYEP8Q8H1bIlKMG09RqTSAYk0NUI_BNrXVV9qiCHiDCoRspxk4gG-FWkTCRuIb9VmAY7wUpa8n4u39QtpSgeQ/s320/wet.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521762194642044018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aaja re aa zara!</span>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-56534034819783670072010-09-07T16:32:00.014-07:002010-09-07T19:37:12.299-07:00Masala Mini Reviews - The I've Been Lazy and University Edition!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE_ZnM775Yh7jJGTQHXkEj6hyphenhyphen_877r8OEzin3kpkc-SRsWKtOpLxDjC69vbcnsDzi7N7cnSV1WSYe2zlVgHQDzPrXdmQq6ZIbXjbopXgt1VDTePL2aCOPyY-Ximi_7TtV-7nTZEW37_c/s1600/toof-angry+filmi+bachha.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514319103857315714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrE_ZnM775Yh7jJGTQHXkEj6hyphenhyphen_877r8OEzin3kpkc-SRsWKtOpLxDjC69vbcnsDzi7N7cnSV1WSYe2zlVgHQDzPrXdmQq6ZIbXjbopXgt1VDTePL2aCOPyY-Ximi_7TtV-7nTZEW37_c/s320/toof-angry+filmi+bachha.jpg" /></a><strong> The Filmi Bache Orphanage were furious at my disappearance~</strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div>Yes this must have been the longest time I've left the Masala Pradesh unattended, I'm sure there was mayhem abound here. Filmi Bache running loose turning into Vigilante Vijay's and the Anil and Chichi towns having a war at who's the best comedian. So much has happened this summer! I went to London by myself for a couple of weeks before my daddy and sister joined which was nice. I went to AR Rahman's concert in Birmingham, his first after the canceled dates and most importantly I watched 10 trucks worth of films on the glorious ZEE Cinema and STAR Gold channels while keeping my grandma company. I was also internetless at this time and unfortunately my grandma is not the type of friend like y'all to say "WOAH I love Chichi in Khudgarz and look at those jumpers!" Though I was doing lots of chores and duties that I can put on my marriage resume with my time with my gran, I can say that when she was dozing that was ample time to channel hop! Let us commence the Summer rundown!<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514324658712214914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV11hjUokAtO3OtVAYxYZBy6-HCve051jaqbc3lxqUUx4btBzfeEpxo8J2iNxP-PW7J2vbI9QzdOzLYRpx62ksOQ3BdqIxDg-UqwZwSyZg9NDZYIh2vT55zX71P_AbEPcaKPzJdMspUCE/s320/khudgarz.jpg" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">1. Khudgarz</span></strong> - I absolutely adored this film especially because the above gorgeous young thing! Okay the movie wasn't solely about Chichi and Neelam daring to fall in love wearing absolutely wonderful jumpers and fugly tracksuits. It was about the Khudgarz/Selfish deeds of Jeetendra/Amar and his friend Shatrugan-the Swaggalicious-Sinha/Bihari, two best friends since childhood. I kinda loved the filmi kids back story, with Amar wearing a very funky suit and getting into a fight with early swaggering Bihari, and becoming quick friends and gobbling up ladoos together! But the kid playing Amar gave so much pathos to his character who's been neglected by his rich daddy! Of course disagreements follow when daddy horriblest wants to build a hotel on Bihari's dhaba hotel, and gets Amar to do the bad stuff! All in all a nice masala film abound with misunderstandings, that coulda been explained but ohh well at least we get Neelam and Chichi falling in love!<br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14CRKBmIVwsXMbA9ZPOUas1eXeAPT97jWEqk8HxDErzFsBKocz3NPyGnF3boY6CxQhpqwDmOdooPSJzNpHHNdx7atftIIbUDBY4Xgkfdyfkl09CkHaaiSI9JGzyTRQXsONoqpVe-4P5E/s1600/10956342_gal.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514329103502512242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14CRKBmIVwsXMbA9ZPOUas1eXeAPT97jWEqk8HxDErzFsBKocz3NPyGnF3boY6CxQhpqwDmOdooPSJzNpHHNdx7atftIIbUDBY4Xgkfdyfkl09CkHaaiSI9JGzyTRQXsONoqpVe-4P5E/s320/10956342_gal.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2. Ek Hi Bhool</strong></span> - It seems that as I think of all the films I saw many of them had Jeetendra, who I do like for his outrageous jumping/dancing skills. I don't know if bopping around and wiggling one's head makes him a 'Jumping Jack' but he definitely knows how to move. There was lots of dancing and being cute. It was directed by Southern king T Rama Rao, who remade many of his Southie films in Bollywood using Jeetendra and Anil's help. This one is ridiculously exploitative of my love for filmi kids, so the one in danger is Master Pinky, who my gran reckoned was Ajay Devgn as a kid, but I doubt it! Master Pinky was on the receiving end of many smacks from his maa Rekha who dumped his dad Jeetendra when he made Ek Hi Bhool/One mistake of lying to her about something silly. What I did enjoy was the middle class setting where the two split up but have to work together in the same office which is ...AWKWARD! Poor Master Pinky wants to get to know this guy who claims he's his daddy and Jeetu and him sing a cute song which goes "Ohh Raju Ohh Daaadddeeee" when they go on a playdate. There's also Shabana Azmi in a wasted role as her friend who keeps urging her to forgive and forget. There's a completely hilarious ending that involves a wedding and a tranny and Rekha using her screeching skills!<br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFAmyZZf_GV5ZrO6odtZ4ZeWxdkBMqQ80OvZe-EEMxUSwXPF45CRZ5bPSO3RGD1CF99a6IWxRsSrwQZHgEknvAHoyUSmU36Flb4gBHbL_Vdz4h7hegSwTEXFdU_1KOaCgk49wwUwdVIo/s1600/andhaa-kaanoon_c1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514334150648922146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHFAmyZZf_GV5ZrO6odtZ4ZeWxdkBMqQ80OvZe-EEMxUSwXPF45CRZ5bPSO3RGD1CF99a6IWxRsSrwQZHgEknvAHoyUSmU36Flb4gBHbL_Vdz4h7hegSwTEXFdU_1KOaCgk49wwUwdVIo/s320/andhaa-kaanoon_c1.jpg" /></a> <strong>Aww Poor Rajni and his pancaked face</strong><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>3. Andhaa Kanoon</strong></span> - Perhaps one of my favorites of all time! Because it was apparently Rajnikanth's mainstream debut into Bollywood, I may be wrong I read this in the research bible Stardust. Rajnikanth is one of those actors that defies everything about subtle acting and in turns spins on its head and adds a dollop of ishtyle! I think this is the movie is the one that began the Southie and Rajni odyssey for me! Rajni is Vijay Kumar, and y'all know that the name Vijay means one thing VIJILANTE! I'm all for vigilante films because the actors being Vigilante Vijay or Angry Amar or Furious Feroz or Mad Manoj, seriously I'm gonna make a list of angry synonyms. BUT these actors get to stretch their skills in anger and getting me on wronged masala side. Rajni and his feisty cop sister Hema Malini had their parents and family murdered by a trio of the best villains ever: Amrish Puri, Prem Chopra, and hot stuff Danny Denzongpa. And I have to make a note, I was really annoyed by the ammount of pancake on Rajni's face, he looks fine with his dark looks and in some scenes when he was with Hema they just piled it on so that he looked sooo silly. Anyway some more gripes with roping in Amitabh Bachchan here, I'm all for the original vigilante man, but sometimes he looked like he was trying to steal the show from Rajni! Ohh well check it out for Rajni flipping some sunglasses around!<br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOF34fmbcrO1bi-Bz1xJi0PnSjfa5tAhJMbcZITCwvOVryaSxqdkOxf0o-w_teJVrV9ZHnf978jKagLOHCUBgA_bHDksEM9sUz2awHtgnIfhcG7wmOTred2Iq68neMBPSmL3NKxWMW48/s1600/Raavanan_800_140510_3-500x375.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514335873435939634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOF34fmbcrO1bi-Bz1xJi0PnSjfa5tAhJMbcZITCwvOVryaSxqdkOxf0o-w_teJVrV9ZHnf978jKagLOHCUBgA_bHDksEM9sUz2awHtgnIfhcG7wmOTred2Iq68neMBPSmL3NKxWMW48/s320/Raavanan_800_140510_3-500x375.jpg" /></a> <strong>Perhaps the sexiest man I've seen for a while </strong><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>4. Raavanan</strong></span> - Alright I am soo on board the Vikram train to the best actor award somewhere! I have a disadvantage of seeing this without subs, which does hamper my proper viewing of it, but even without it I just knew that I liked Vikram a lot better than Abhishek(don't kill me Ness). I've known Vikram was a class A actor when I saw Sethu the original Tere Naam on TV once. Here was an actor who could dance around with sass and develop layers to a character like that. Again Salman was excellent but Vikram is in a league of his own. If I go far enough and say that Vikram is a world class actor then that wouldn't be pushing it, because he just is! Raavanan was made all the more better by Vikram embodying the complexities of such a character as Veera. He made Veera a very earthy and sensual character especially his chemistry with Aishwariya was seriously the hottest of the year so far! My gushing is due to Vikram just amazing me with his crazy good acting and it helps if he's the sexiest thing since nutella! </div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">5.Being Cyrus</span></strong> - This was a very conflicting film, at times it was very original in its casting of Saif Ali Khan as the mysterious stranger, and the excellent supporting cast of Dimple, Naseeruddin Shah, Boman Irani and Simone Singh. But it also felt to gimmicky at points with the crazy dream sequences that reminded of 'The Mighty Boosh" skit with Jurgen von Habermaster presenting his batshit film "The Pencil" it was too nutty! Being Cyrus is a one of a kind experimental film that just works because it is so out there and thoughtful. Very film noir with Saif being the calculating Alan Ladd or someone like that. </div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJQMNiXlGMIUJbwzOwTHruOm5-eNv7TOPNEbuHG6o4ZtHNTn9MXYmcfMixQbROikLKFq51WBVhekbWI6viTdienu_nSV2HbI7CVz8pdeyZ-pMHBVytsOHKRGw-D_jgss6cIPpQo0LeiA/s1600/17hum1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514342714876732866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJQMNiXlGMIUJbwzOwTHruOm5-eNv7TOPNEbuHG6o4ZtHNTn9MXYmcfMixQbROikLKFq51WBVhekbWI6viTdienu_nSV2HbI7CVz8pdeyZ-pMHBVytsOHKRGw-D_jgss6cIPpQo0LeiA/s320/17hum1.jpg" /></a><strong>Keep these family socials away from me!</strong><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>6. Hum Saath Saath Hai</strong></span> - NAHIEEEEEE is my reaction to this disgustingly saccharine family film with a jumbo cast of Saif, Karisma, Mohnish, Tabu, Salman, Sonali and a cast of thousands as family members. My gran made me sit through this because being an old lady she doesn't like all the dirty bikini offerings and would rather torture her granddaughter with this hogwash! I really can't believe Sooraj Barjatya's made a career out of making solid cheese like this, sure I liked Hum Aapke Hai Kaun once and maybe Maine Pyar Kiya a tad bit, but gosh these large families that go on holiday and honeymoons in the caravan together! Excuse me while I hurl in the corner! If only watch this film for the fabulous vamps Kunika, Jayshree T, and my disco dancing gal Kalpana Iyer, they wreck havoc like nobody's business!<br /></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYCX_fyAxhDs-efYxNc4Zo_bb6NHEJedGaga9dx6omKMRiPBLIQmQ6Z1y6eKYun5vebNpLXtpSbZ34SrKKLdVKjG41V5VyiE7DBnBAXkBn7zZYmYt5EjNCiNly5lgAreMpB5eQoIDGBQ/s1600/withrajeshkhanna.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514347105728912546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFYCX_fyAxhDs-efYxNc4Zo_bb6NHEJedGaga9dx6omKMRiPBLIQmQ6Z1y6eKYun5vebNpLXtpSbZ34SrKKLdVKjG41V5VyiE7DBnBAXkBn7zZYmYt5EjNCiNly5lgAreMpB5eQoIDGBQ/s320/withrajeshkhanna.jpg" /></a><strong>We're bromantic work colleagues!</strong><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">7. Namak Haram -</span></strong> Now this was the only critics favorite that I watched there, and I kinda wasn't feeling it. Don't get me wrong I love a Hrishikesh Mukherjee film and it was a treat to see some early Angry Young Man growling from Amitabh as the upper crust friend of the chamcha/spoon Rajesh Khanna. Maybe it was my mood, as I did have a late night snack of Coco Pops cereal, but it was all a little bromantic for me! Chi chi chi you say, well apart from the good social points about unions, and unemployment, Amitabh was acting very well but more as a dumped boyfriend than a best mate. A bit of trivia too, this was the film where Rekha and Amitabh met and well ya know the rest!<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">8.Once Upon A Time in Mumbai -</span></strong> Being a devotee to the Ajay Devgn cult, I naturally loved this film, it was a really fun and thoughtful. They can maintain its not about Haji Mastan or Dawood Ibrahim but if you look properly it really is. But what I'm surprised to say is Emraan Hashmi as Shoaib, the power mad cronie to don was just excellent. He really got into the head of the pyscho, especially in one scene where he bashes someone up and smiles twistedly at his gal Mumtaz(Prachi Desai). Not to say Ajay Devgn wasn't amazing as always, but this time he got to channel his masala roots and be stylish in those safari suits and act very noble. In short, these two actors faced off really well together, and matched each other scene for scene. I also liked Kangna's role as Rehana the Bollywood queen, I don't know who she's based on, but she was very good as Sultan's grounding factor in his life. And may I say Randeep Hooda is another one of the sexiest guys of the year as inspector Agnel Wilson(really digging that name) he was really fun and had some good lines, though my subs didn't indicate so, as one insult was worded "do you want to sit on my leg?" Errrrr okay! </div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXVdmZDgVQukZmLO6rsrBQzn41TofZjsgjgf1udFwMVGPVbRyTh349NL20M_2gSfMAlSziruJ6PmJgUc1HpD-cFeD9xCQfHjIm8JtC8jMjuCVgeRU8RuAi87Ta7jpDml6f9tjgOxwxqk/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514362101774853906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXVdmZDgVQukZmLO6rsrBQzn41TofZjsgjgf1udFwMVGPVbRyTh349NL20M_2gSfMAlSziruJ6PmJgUc1HpD-cFeD9xCQfHjIm8JtC8jMjuCVgeRU8RuAi87Ta7jpDml6f9tjgOxwxqk/s320/untitled.bmp" /></a><strong> </strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>9. Laura</strong></span> - Another Hollywood film noir that was just glorious! This one is the founding father of mysterious femme fatales and Gene Tierney, bless her stiff acting was kinda perfect for that role. Her suitors Vincent Price, Dana Andrews, and Clifton Webb love her because she is so bewitching in some attractive way, and Tierney is so mysterious in this role. Its gots a very creepy vibe with Dana the detective trying to figure out who might have killed Laura but finds himself attracted to her through the stories of the Price and Webb. My god, I seriously wish I had a Walter Winchell-esque columnist like Clifton Webb to take me under his wing, because he is sooooo fabulous and gets the most crackling one-liners ever written! One of the best film noirs ever! <div>I'll leave it there folks as my mind escapes me when I think of all the half watched film that I flicked past on all those channels! So stick around because I have some Neetu gushing coming up soon! Till then Toofan's eyes of vigilantism beckon you back to the Masala Pradesh<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MK4DlhkvyGa5cx_iMY5j-uH9DAgN9D2i5BS2VSzKrQVfjkOk5l9-xPAxQV-UASKh6JqzZolWRZHlHZz7_ZlZU0k14ggb1ALuVd12_XJYF8HzjS0WbGgK0Ly_PnUI4esFlJzN5JUW_tY/s1600/toof-aankhen.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514363892072427762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2MK4DlhkvyGa5cx_iMY5j-uH9DAgN9D2i5BS2VSzKrQVfjkOk5l9-xPAxQV-UASKh6JqzZolWRZHlHZz7_ZlZU0k14ggb1ALuVd12_XJYF8HzjS0WbGgK0Ly_PnUI4esFlJzN5JUW_tY/s320/toof-aankhen.jpg" /></a>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-4563909578990180632010-08-15T05:32:00.001-07:002010-08-15T06:05:58.880-07:00Sridevipalooza! A Quick Outpouring of Pyar for Shrill-Devi!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbArWYj7lf8UPWcrdzkpB1auA7anmfJLDnlVspMoPRRpRf2KQPEJo7qOTeUll_f32dPB54lCY2JZ1cRjFWnsR-E2k6s52OXMvnjZhTFofoYHUKvSzWbHein6fEldr55iVUYIo43an_U-s/s1600/sridevi_15518.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505614647306233810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbArWYj7lf8UPWcrdzkpB1auA7anmfJLDnlVspMoPRRpRf2KQPEJo7qOTeUll_f32dPB54lCY2JZ1cRjFWnsR-E2k6s52OXMvnjZhTFofoYHUKvSzWbHein6fEldr55iVUYIo43an_U-s/s320/sridevi_15518.jpg" /></a> This gorgeous woman makes my day!<br /><br />Sridevi is one of those wonderful actresses who's one of a kind! Though I've been out of the loop for most of the summer, I have still kept up with all these fabulous fan-worship weeks, devising one myself, but <a href="http://bollystalgia.podbean.com/">Amaluu</a> has made this great week devoted to one of my FAVORITE actresses of the 80's and 90's! So here's a quick snippet of my absolute pyar for Sridevi!<br /><ul><li>I first caught Sridevi in one of my favorite cracktastic films on Zee Tv, <strong>Nagina</strong>! One of the many crazy vigilante naag films, and she was fabulous in it, scaring off her saasu maa by being a snake and glaring at everyone in some pretty fantastic contact lenses that I wouldn't mind owning myself on my angry days! But what the film is mainly highlighted for is the most mind-blowing naag dance in the world to me, Vjyantimala move over puhleeze for the queen of the naag dance! This dance made me try and attempt the same dance, which i can to mixed results from my mirror, thank god for the summer holidays and movie long days of dancing about by myself like a nut!</li><li>The next thing is Sridevi is just amazing in anything, case in point one of her big hits <strong>Chaalbaaz</strong> which I caught lazing about in the countryside and being internetless I couldn't scream on Twitter= OMGG I LOVE RAJNI! Ohh well this movie was friggin gold! Sri did a girly Ram aur Shyam including the whipping of some nasty elder! But throughout this film which did have titan Rajni in it, she stole the show with her brilliant comic timing as Manju and maybe she was more frenzied than Dilip as the slightly mad Anju! Sridevi is just so incandescent in this film, moments of her madcap mischief reminded of the excellence of Carole Lombard. Seriously she was so in her element doing a bit of both in this film that she wouldn't be out of place in a screwball comedy like 'His Girl Friday' </li><li>Next and lastly, she is a crazy good dancer, as evidenced in Chandni and e very film she ever made! I really loved it when Yash Chopra does those separate montages of his lead heroine proving her mettle in a dance scene, so the woman in white dance that I often copy in Chandni and the hilarious 80's angry number in Lamhe! She is a gal I would pay money to watch in concert just for her dancing! </li><li>Sridevi is a gal who just works with my Anil, they made soo many movies together that I watched in my summers with my neighbour Rita, vegetating in front of their antics. I was kinda surprised that she married Anil's less gorgeous brother Boney, but ohh well when I was 7 I damn near expected them to end up together offscreen too! But some of my favorite films of the Anildevi jodi are the flawed classic Lamhe, and some trashier classics like Judaai and Laadla where Sridevi gets to be a bitch and try and steal her rightful owner off other lesser women. Though I loved her in Judaai for being a silly cow who actually sold my Anil off to Urmila, but the cracktastic act was justication enough for me to love it!</li></ul><p>This was a very screwball way of emitting my pyar for Sridevi out in my busy holiday in London! If you follow me on Twitter then you'd realize how much I missed a computer like a silly new generation kid would, but this is a nice post to sign on for, for a woman I just adore! </p>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-18543802499622159212010-07-13T22:51:00.011-07:002010-07-14T00:50:44.911-07:00Am I Ladylike? Am I a Girl-Child Stuck in a Time Warp? Yes!<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tHd-7Ji2EiuK101f84CVornx4lwcBH8Tbor7UB-35l9OKwsYPmWknjwVmrg0MqfONcbWOjOjTSeRgqAv0cQQmMkYwDqivzS93kF2y3u3nW9B15imt03rHtgAB1YeSdhn2SMxfUm6X5Q/s320/pic01_amitabh.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493636328351639106" /></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>This is me at a party, all Vijay Vigilante'd and sharaabified!</b></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://batulm.wordpress.com/2010/07/07/of-stereotypes-sins-and-genders/">Tagged by the wonderful Banno,</a> I read <a href="http://memsaabstory.wordpress.com/2010/07/10/am-i-not-womanly-weeeelll/">Memsaab's honest post</a> and I thought I had to put my own two cents in of course! There are many types of women, but I fall into the fringes of being a gal, I'm just too wacky for people or I'm a museum relic for people to observe. So here for you all,</div><div> are the 10 ways of how odd or how absolutely fascinating I am, that obviously fit outside the stereotype of a typical strong yet emotional or irrational woman! Of course being raised as a filmi Youth, there's gonna be tons of filminess and masala to explain what an odd creature I am! Here we go:</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iAu07sjAfCVl0On8-HHaZQ5B4WTI5YNsLLNjUIMLoS0NptUZ5sKoAECerbsmO46nnfqExExXMORSwh7LDL7EYSxpZ2xcz_r8JeociwvJ_At8HhwJx0IIvRdnN7laCthQnc0Wp7O2b4U/s1600/wake-up-sid-ranbeer-kapoor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9iAu07sjAfCVl0On8-HHaZQ5B4WTI5YNsLLNjUIMLoS0NptUZ5sKoAECerbsmO46nnfqExExXMORSwh7LDL7EYSxpZ2xcz_r8JeociwvJ_At8HhwJx0IIvRdnN7laCthQnc0Wp7O2b4U/s320/wake-up-sid-ranbeer-kapoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493645201995607634" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Wake up Sid - Story of my life!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><br /></b></span></div></b></div><div>1. <b>I'm aimless at the moment!</b> I am going into University with the biggest fears of my life: bigger classes, more people, living in a remote city half the way across my own city of Vancouver! By god, I'm nervous to hell, but unlike other gals and friends I have, I don't know what I want to do with my life right now. I took a journalism course for two terms, flunked the second term with two explosively terrible grades and got sent out. Being out that program is when the aimlessness started, I took a few English courses here and there and of course the usual film courses! But I'm undecided right now when tons of my friends and gals have a path they are slowly carving out, I on the other hand am just starting out and waking up the big wide world! I wouldn't mind teaching film or being a critic but godammit these recession times are awful for journalists, many being fired from their newspapers. Which gives me the aimless feeling of: WHAT THE HELL DO I WANT?</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlOr-jL2XNWfPUvEjoETwrnxTcJidX-2srQrrNKMrk5qS0x00ad-K2cUmOcgjPWPfgL4x1QDm1FSvAohsWa3b0udoLQrSK_Rzf-nNtwehtPovR9vfM_AjfiXJPOMotWp3-_0cbsqEEfo/s320/actgal1444.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493641480463659010" /></div><div>2. <b>I dress absolutely batshit and bonkers! </b>If I see bright colours and patterns then I am sooo picking that up and buying it! This mad wardrobe of mine started of course from Bollywood with the funkadelic "Purab aur Pacchim" where Saira Banu wore the most crazy printed dresses and had the eyeliner that sold me till this day! Those big wings on her eyeliner are usually taken to the extreme by me at times in my youth, sometimes I probably looked like a fancy dress artist at school everyday. But once I saw that film and countless others, I am permanently stuck in the 50's, 60's, and 70's era of funkadelic dressing! This habit definitely costs me as there are two amaazing vintage shops in Vancouver that I always go to, I found my prom dresses there and it certainly burns a whole through my pocket every time I usually have money! This crazy dress style causes many people on the streets, eyes pop and smile or look at me as if I am utterly nuts! But what can I do? Most gals have their own conventional style in this city, either they're a hipster with their pretentious oversized glasses, lumberjack shirts, and skinny jeans or going for the conventional stuff. Hopefully I'm breaking the mold in my own nutso way!</div><div><br /></div><div>3. <b>I'm too dreamy!</b> This is unfortunately true of me, because I'm extremely impractical and illogical in my thinking. I dream to be President, Ruler of the Masala Universe, Filmi Professor of the Manmohan Desai School of Masala, but it takes me a couple of blunders to get these mad ambitions in order! My maaw, bless her all that nagging and lecturing does go in my ears, stays there for a few ponderous serious minutes, then jumps to the back of the line in my very dreamy head! I want to be soo many things but I am just daydreaming about it and will get to it when i feel like it, which works for me but is unfortunate at times!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. <b>I'm the laziest git you'll ever meet</b>! I am a lazy bitch that doesn't do the dishes on time, forgets to do the recycling after a week, leaves my clothes all over the room. In short, I can't be arsed to do all these chores. Living away from home this fall, will teach me some pointers on hopefully to avoid this shtick of mine! My laziness also extends to my school where I've messed up a ton of times, ranging from the bad to the catastrophic. This trait of mine is extremely terrible and I can't help but feel like an idiot because the things I haven't done because of this. But slowly like other gals I will get over this! I think I just expect things to fall into my lap without me doing anything which is completely unladylike, I ACTUALLY HAVE TO DO STUFF! Ohh well I'm improving day by day!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpo4pyJE3UVoSVeZHjMWhTdtbqp4Oa6DFNVX8WufKdLHc1hcN-JW0sJEDT-zUzofvUOAQgRb_BtxDMUeXf1t9_aXEu63-9xry5os54X_PcotrSkY4NWHR4VQMba0qmIFN96fJ77hb-s/s1600/yellow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mpo4pyJE3UVoSVeZHjMWhTdtbqp4Oa6DFNVX8WufKdLHc1hcN-JW0sJEDT-zUzofvUOAQgRb_BtxDMUeXf1t9_aXEu63-9xry5os54X_PcotrSkY4NWHR4VQMba0qmIFN96fJ77hb-s/s320/yellow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493648470799050738" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Yes I'm just as reckless as Robert Stack in "Written on the Wind"</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>5.<b> I am gluttonous!</b> I think the two bad kids in "Written on the Wind" were my predecessors, all that bad behavior by Robert Stack and Dorothy Malone is the same alley as mine! I live paycheck to paycheck and impulsively splurge on anything I set my eye on! Unfortunately these are all meaningless things like tons of sweets and food that are devoured feverishly, DVDs that I get cheap but still splurge on, CDs, vintage clothes, There's really nothing to show for it, like most other good gals save their paisa but I take all the paisa out and go crazy with my gluttonous eye!</div><div><br /></div><div>6.<b> I HOOVER UP FOOD!</b> Yes this another facet of my gluttonous personality, I eat far too much. I'm always reminded of a scene in Merchant-Ivory's "The Householder" with Shashi and Leela Naidu, this summarizing scene is when Shashi is at his boss' place, trying to impress him, while his wife Leela gleefully tucks into all the food laid out, hoovering up all the mitai, getting bad looks from Shashi. THAT IS MEEEE! If I'm out somewhere and there's food then I'm gobbling it all down, receiving bad looks from the 'rents or my friends! I can't help it I LOVE FOOOOD! Especially chocolate, chocolate cake to be specific, and just a few weeks back I got the first slice of the birthday mousse chocolate cake before the bday gal, which made me feel besharam after, but she knew I wanted it first! </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8YC5EE-fri6__F7KY_7acmsfA-SS0_nlqYkuhGSaVPsD_b_b9jMlsJ4f5UiVTni4mxeKfeoyKAX8UD5BIeWR0fvvJMvnVtiPkJjx08ZPt05E9DDVKBu9HCEPT1xDinmg9-YhetJrqd0/s1600/palpal_blackmail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8YC5EE-fri6__F7KY_7acmsfA-SS0_nlqYkuhGSaVPsD_b_b9jMlsJ4f5UiVTni4mxeKfeoyKAX8UD5BIeWR0fvvJMvnVtiPkJjx08ZPt05E9DDVKBu9HCEPT1xDinmg9-YhetJrqd0/s320/palpal_blackmail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493656761657724226" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>If only romance was like that!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>7. <b>I'm cynical about pyar!</b> Yes I'll admit this on the World Wide Web, I've had my dil toota by a certain person at my own prom! Yess at my goddamn prom, which sucked and a few other rejections like that followed. For all the Yashraj films I inhale everyday, I know unfortunately that there's no such Raj/Rahul out there that wouldn't mind twirling about in the Swiss mountains or give me an impassioned speech. Unfortunately these few upsets in my life, made me into a grizzled Bette Davis spewing acid lines to the random bartender lol! </div><div><br /></div><div>8. <b>I'm independent so leave me alone!</b> I really don't like people who are too clingy to me, my friends all know that thankfully and don't hassle me, but when it suits me I'll hassle them till they come and hang with me! I don't like people invading my private time, which is hard when I have my sister off on summer holidays! I don't need your help, and suggestions on things I know or usually I let anyone know when they are getting attached to my hip! I really don't mind doing things for myself like going to the cinema alone, which can be a very transcendental experience between me and that big screen, that is better off without someone else next to me! I go shopping and wandering by myself, and it doesn't feel awkward and weird to be by myself, because I need some me-time before being with friends all the time!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46B1oBbfqpAOCTXryovyHAgqthjwgWtFfRHmbV34gANk0f51sRYnhwY1pv8zMV0T9UbIObuab_jZGe1mIEiBBdxvSljG7qkXT3Ao28SfBP8p4CDX2Tyj04Im8eqkrkz9U2NqNBGOZi6w/s1600/pyaasa_guru03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46B1oBbfqpAOCTXryovyHAgqthjwgWtFfRHmbV34gANk0f51sRYnhwY1pv8zMV0T9UbIObuab_jZGe1mIEiBBdxvSljG7qkXT3Ao28SfBP8p4CDX2Tyj04Im8eqkrkz9U2NqNBGOZi6w/s320/pyaasa_guru03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493658099767058722" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Me on a very bad day!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>9.<b>I am moodier than most!</b> Perhaps this is due to me being a touchy Scorpion! But I can sulk for ages and if someone does me wrong I never forget and I used to hold grudges for a while! If you piss me off then I'll become all grizzly and turn into this:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPa-dPo5_ja54KoUQFtH_GFh9oFbrIsLt-91ZEa4GBYylGB95wqM05Y_Mq7qwCo2Wpr0MyFMuyzgssWH6Qlm6b7x9tKoeY_T7-WJXM16U-py7_hUrzb227nNn0nksQHhvdDyXwJt0HlM/s1600/kala410243ts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRPa-dPo5_ja54KoUQFtH_GFh9oFbrIsLt-91ZEa4GBYylGB95wqM05Y_Mq7qwCo2Wpr0MyFMuyzgssWH6Qlm6b7x9tKoeY_T7-WJXM16U-py7_hUrzb227nNn0nksQHhvdDyXwJt0HlM/s320/kala410243ts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493658812183746466" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>GRRRR Rum the Angry Young Gal!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>10. <b>I am passionate about Film!</b> I'm part of a very bad generation of kids that can't appreciate a good Black & White films, which just tears my insides up! Why is it that people can't sit through a "My Man Godfrey" but flock to mindless rubbish "Transformers" I often feel like hitting people who offend my love for film like a few friends of mine, that go "AWW that was so boring!" after seeing Casablanca! I guess after being a filmi kid for soo long I expect others to appreciate the sheer magic of a Hepburn-Grant screwball comedy or the thrills of a James Cagney gangster picture! But any boys out there, if you can sit through all 208 minutes of Seven Samurai and come out with a happier face and a filmi thought, then send me a prem patra right away!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know if I got this assignment right, but these are some of the quirky things about me that just defy the norm in some good ways and bad, but thats me, Masala RUM! </div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-59949834192066383142010-07-12T12:27:00.028-07:002010-07-12T16:28:54.229-07:00Veer - The New-Age Mard, Full of Handless Trauma and Indian Vikings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdU05v4tl8DzXfSxkJ1JZEO3_OujUHdAEcC6ejT4M5i6e5otT7AlTNqyBylJ7CZWgndjGWwf2eKKUztkBHHIEcJUoKue8teFu5w4qvzzzWsq-X5EUjRSKr-NlngSQGSU2v_wa30-MsyE/s1600/veer-gladiator.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdU05v4tl8DzXfSxkJ1JZEO3_OujUHdAEcC6ejT4M5i6e5otT7AlTNqyBylJ7CZWgndjGWwf2eKKUztkBHHIEcJUoKue8teFu5w4qvzzzWsq-X5EUjRSKr-NlngSQGSU2v_wa30-MsyE/s320/veer-gladiator.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493103918428385410" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Look at how Gladiator that looks!</b></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div>Veer first captured my attention from the first look at the zany wardrobe that Salman was sporting, fluffy waistcoat and long ratty hair. But my good judgement prevailed and I didn't waste a few bucks on it, but yet again at my aunty dvdwallah's shop, she had a bad copy of it. But the scene that made me recklessly buy it, was this:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgDYCtcVBW9bJ752aRJPA0gIwXnHl8EDux4Pj9RxQ-iD79OPKWupmVwg5wMbdJEQmxmsKDniNXQVXNx_FinqtQeRAlskIb6HjIEQK0lr18ry8-WJ0jFuYkwFu3lNxwYMVW9bXx3Ztm0A/s1600/veer-i+was+sold.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgDYCtcVBW9bJ752aRJPA0gIwXnHl8EDux4Pj9RxQ-iD79OPKWupmVwg5wMbdJEQmxmsKDniNXQVXNx_FinqtQeRAlskIb6HjIEQK0lr18ry8-WJ0jFuYkwFu3lNxwYMVW9bXx3Ztm0A/s320/veer-i+was+sold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493120970246458754" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Salman speaking Hindi in a British accent? I am laughing and sold on it!</b></span></div></b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhr542CU3a7azZuU0UhxLQyk25z7mtj15r-FxfEGbnY_Grp8_25AjA3gZtLzNcyQ_bJDCM_zZLxIT63tVdzLV6me5zTFJeHDpaaWD1WAcv5l_cAyWmVDOuWlJJJO5Z1nUn9SfSqlDTLw/s1600/veer-motherland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyhr542CU3a7azZuU0UhxLQyk25z7mtj15r-FxfEGbnY_Grp8_25AjA3gZtLzNcyQ_bJDCM_zZLxIT63tVdzLV6me5zTFJeHDpaaWD1WAcv5l_cAyWmVDOuWlJJJO5Z1nUn9SfSqlDTLw/s320/veer-motherland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493121249222417586" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Salman growling out in English? I buy this dvd!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>But before we get to Salman's magnum opus part, we'll get to the prologue with the Pindari clan, who remind me a ton of drunken Vikings with very wardrobe-challenged attire, plus they seem to be vampires too. As every threat Mithun makes in this film seems to be "I VANT TO DRRINK AN ENGLISHMAN'S BLAAD!" or that he'll get his strong spawn Veer to do his bidding. We meet Prithvi(Mithun being a abusive father) who is the main unofficial Viking leader who helps out Gyanendra(Jackie Shroff) in defeating other kingdoms so that they can get their land back as well. BUT OHH NO! Gyanendra betrays them by recruiting the British to help out too, and doesn't give them their land, then a bloodbath ensues!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcEThMFPA9x5qgeQMRHyoRUUV4vvEr5p12XzBANClFrb53bfnwfJy6ln84VHDP5nq_rp9RI7JVIx1tPP1QQ8kLoCtoKlNLiw-8LMtWkoRMQbBCvJLLujqUWL-MGSfkK4Rs1-WGcnCw68/s320/veer-mithun.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493123937187452162" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mithun showing us the growling that Veer will inherit</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidllgj-pnszz85EhytFjgaNLE-q5yrg6HxK5H9M9KcS8qyaCf1FHLduxnude6txmpvjQph6BykUes1YpiDCekMC2svaHdAiYjw7Tp166F6wne2MKU1uMrl9ftQVMkKEBEuopB2jnPKkQQ/s320/veer-vampires.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493147712895839538" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Before Jacob n Edward, there was Mithun the Vampire!</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-3iOBE9EfG1U0En6DYmPi-Z3fy-0JT3WldowDCXOPKXYRAkrBnKXLe-PrYAngPR9n0e93iZ0PiVXVtosQqLyre2Okghd7jVw9vh_PnzRHgxxQvmZGinBdc91Pc52CCOWPLLoN1KrgNjs/s320/veer-pekinpah+headchop.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493148939150832034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sorry I HAD to have a cap of the over-the-top Pekinpah violence!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>If you've recovered from that screencap, then Prithvi decides to slice Jackie's hand off thereby making him into another Handless Syndrome Patient, which includes Prem Chopra's bad man in Kranti and countless others! I mention Sam Pekinpah a ton, because seriously I haven't seen such stylized violence than this film, where blood gushes in slo-mo and full of gratuitous but somehow entertaining carnage onscreen. Prithvi and his clan feel very wronged and work as nomad farmers to eventually get revenge. THE FATEFUL DAY: Veer is born, but unlike other dads who would hug their kids, Prithvi takes his kid out in the barsaat and tries to give him pneumonia!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6FriQdfiOWPQ7VRDEPbhp2L-oq0TVhlEXIg9-IzI8Bvd8lC386v80wQfHw0bYfk-pANzNsWdt2eQ6BQpFYMMvK_xWvUm7fyLT39VrtqEHpl5e-_Eli1f2a6kHASggXgVsMxLJtduNTQ/s320/veer-rain+man.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493150273640188690" /><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Easily the nastiest father that ever lived!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Veer grows up into a growling Salman Khan, all buff and raring to kill some bad British people! But first I have to go back to the extremely silly father-son dynamics, they act like friends and all that jazz that pamphlets preach, but still Prithvi and Veer have to try and punch each other about! Completely nuts but there's me again adding my own Psychological two cents! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDphLUKiaD_C6le6Ey9WLCvFan58mfOcnVZyebpUVBPbMNzasJcXjIPjf8VZvi_j-Wjn5TAcK6FzNBmJhBAtSDncjw7sU_LLCssvoc-keEi9rCV27kSftNSzLPJjFANZqZ0UkCb9mA0eI/s1600/veer-chest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDphLUKiaD_C6le6Ey9WLCvFan58mfOcnVZyebpUVBPbMNzasJcXjIPjf8VZvi_j-Wjn5TAcK6FzNBmJhBAtSDncjw7sU_LLCssvoc-keEi9rCV27kSftNSzLPJjFANZqZ0UkCb9mA0eI/s320/veer-chest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493153309279230738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The constantly growler Veer</b></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTd6QULaeeD0M3FfvC4vytN-tGVKRbotA8YO8fSFmPbt4Ae59YGLtb5ziFDm9x5WUcGnfacWBJN0QOnD1esjJ39mriGUUuCK210UfIyVBobHFdhrfaSi0EinffPNDQ0_4hCmtt-dT3qyY/s320/veer-father+son+abuse.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493153559610179378" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The two ogres fighting it out in spectacularly odd time era Ana Singh clothes!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But my favorite part of this movie is the song "Taali" where all these Indian Vikings have a dance party in the most atrocious clothing ever! We also get to see some oldie-friskiness with Neena Gupta and Mithun having more chemistry than Salman and his Kat-clone Zarine Khan!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a90X7b0VKyZauD00hQpf9nlY1j-pcul9UiZ0pruHNk3Br0xcmPGfhpvom30KpQN6KntKb48ot5gdnimNpAcJlhUfplWY1L7LVgz0qwks_UMdllm5yBLZkGhju75w2c1f9Oz8YusEpKs/s1600/veer-drunken+ogres.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8a90X7b0VKyZauD00hQpf9nlY1j-pcul9UiZ0pruHNk3Br0xcmPGfhpvom30KpQN6KntKb48ot5gdnimNpAcJlhUfplWY1L7LVgz0qwks_UMdllm5yBLZkGhju75w2c1f9Oz8YusEpKs/s320/veer-drunken+ogres.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154478314735442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The family that drinks together, share their Mongolian clothes togethe</b>r</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GTZ7JgHYyBM_cKTxRoLC5ak-C2AuY8P7ZO33EYfQv6kQh5Ql0ijjHy7W3FmewT0AJfbyXGNFiaQeYAGBCrFx50E-raxbPLzXnZRQd0LcnKvgBDCoJhb6gZc5-DZgPMWeiRP8H3Npd6Q/s1600/veer-oldie+love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8GTZ7JgHYyBM_cKTxRoLC5ak-C2AuY8P7ZO33EYfQv6kQh5Ql0ijjHy7W3FmewT0AJfbyXGNFiaQeYAGBCrFx50E-raxbPLzXnZRQd0LcnKvgBDCoJhb6gZc5-DZgPMWeiRP8H3Npd6Q/s320/veer-oldie+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493154777071637730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mithun and Neena turning up the heat</b>!</div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YxcLacMnurTcOtkjHR8soO6MVyK5qBwhAD2hRijNl6fYPNsmnpVzA1RA2XHSnemVUXlMxwDvXy2X5Q7E99VRo-XJ00VwwEkrPcNd1P6NCpdyzRBsuUZXaVSTsrH1PbBXYvfm-0eJ0c8/s320/veer-wth.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493155044672697730" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mongolian vest, orange corduroys, long hair= Veer, Mard's best friend!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After this fun song, Prithvi sends Veer and his brother Punya(Sohail Khan -best thing in the movie) to London, to learn about their gori ways and their deception skills! In Veer's London there is a very multicultural vibe which is great, to see African students and the unfortunate Fu Man Chu moustache on the Asian students who are in Veer's class! But the scene that sold me above to buy this film is made excellent by this not-British but European actor who made me fall over from laughing with his shite accent!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_X-9fUd2w1bvp67OCiMrrV6ReLPM0jtH8vAwqzw-JB-70ZruYntL6vfFP5DifVgytMi1vZ7jDoBXMpNMk6c5EP-X_pLUf438v5qiASy2EJnDBWb35inoYGCQe74xl8slSyzj6sLyMsXk/s320/veer-teacher.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493156255070482754" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The additional factor to why I bought this film!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This guy really pisses off Veer who goes on his diatribe of "Jai Bharat Maa JAI!" speech, but at this college too is Yashodhara, the gal Veer saw once when he was robbing a train. Now this is where it gets fun, Zarine Khan looks sooo uncannily like Katrina that its seriously creepy at times where she does Kat's laugh and smizeing routine(if you learnt anything from Tyra, then you should know smizing!). Yashodhara goes to the same school as Veer and they fall in pyar, alas she has two gorgeous brothers who don't like Veer</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbI7hGrC6H-o33xh4O2FuyjsavHtGFVy_WAgLOBVNEPG6cxQP00fykTTdnzd0IyTu1w93fAqwuEpQKDc3kqB4kM9ekKY85Tq-eSl6TSA3KoeeKk7HOLD06uQ8V7DjV1l4E_3H1iuQKhY/s1600/veer-robot+katrina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbI7hGrC6H-o33xh4O2FuyjsavHtGFVy_WAgLOBVNEPG6cxQP00fykTTdnzd0IyTu1w93fAqwuEpQKDc3kqB4kM9ekKY85Tq-eSl6TSA3KoeeKk7HOLD06uQ8V7DjV1l4E_3H1iuQKhY/s320/veer-robot+katrina.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493157311756735554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This is the Katrina-bot, who will take over the world</b>!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoWWK7rma4gCjyydlv40C0TEdLnIblTPHefMcQ4qP3xW4e59QQfHFEgnVpjVuFOtv2VIOZl9oBjUhoY-tcRBd4Sj7WbpO1Jdp6eEPznXWGhV7n9ujFz7x96Xu5jYLFbGpWCBRNFRFbCE/s1600/veer-hotbro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoWWK7rma4gCjyydlv40C0TEdLnIblTPHefMcQ4qP3xW4e59QQfHFEgnVpjVuFOtv2VIOZl9oBjUhoY-tcRBd4Sj7WbpO1Jdp6eEPznXWGhV7n9ujFz7x96Xu5jYLFbGpWCBRNFRFbCE/s320/veer-hotbro.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493157613235392850" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>This her gorgeous brother, Puru Raajkumar who sounds just like his dad!</b></span></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sorry the above shot was a crappy one, but Puru Raajkumar sounds sooo much like his dad, with that grizzly and laconic style. But obviously I wouldn't want to see a whole movie with him, I'd much rather his dad's amazing voice! SQUEAKING OVER: These two brothers make sure they make life hell for Veer and Punya:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuKXgXi2-sMw0APWijmOXcRVFFfegkE3rdPIMnjwqC5Cp7MBgByG6nfu2g-38KAnna17kL2dOEMqkmER5aQrpR98tCsBwK8mpuULN5kqHaIZmm7LzEkpbBkfojKfShZfWtba4wcFCCIc/s320/veer-hatimes.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493159307348808578" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Well I wouldn't want my sister going out with someone who wore a 'Raju the tramp' hat like that!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopzchAvqQNi9e0mC5ACT8oKJ-EtFIVloSIBEjc-kRZlWzAIheEaaS-BFEDxFtMgKqNHqNUVzUZCA4B4IGVUreUHaVUTxr4KaCe1AsJUxKDc05T1bOS0OcHWrsKGFTKQvdfv4h8v9jjZc/s320/veer-bro+time.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493159622267576626" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sohail trying to brighten Salman permanent growling!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One momentous day, Gyanendra visits the school, and Veer finds out who his enemy really is, and the two bad bhais's beat up Punya. This was a really sad moment for me because I shouted at my TV "NOOOOO DON'T HURT SOHAIL!!!" and my sister looked at me with that familiar "My Sister is Batshit" look. But come one it was really sad, because Sohail was acting his heart out here, and hey I don't like to see the refreshing comic sidekick getting the life kicked out of him!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1vzW8urYjNm13WU9pqwf8H0OCkIc04HJEdJjc7W1ArrsVLIH08Ft1fKRShX1tWuLlmlt7KfgSRhnIMQI9GWR8l8ontg6cEJLLaBw9E5Ct18AYKXjOGz_iDOHKEprEhKoI0r5zyzzxxo/s320/veer-brolove.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493160785226273362" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Even Veer doesn't want the only cheerful character to die!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bMB0O2sf4CPZiFGrru871hYzdgX3HVthrdttzCLQznRFuHunQrujqZtherZ1f9QIuynskup1Xc0759bh2mu5aip0j267UtB677Tv2QItkhW1kOft5cLv6uLQP65cRK8BGdlJ6p9RSgY/s1600/veer-snarl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bMB0O2sf4CPZiFGrru871hYzdgX3HVthrdttzCLQznRFuHunQrujqZtherZ1f9QIuynskup1Xc0759bh2mu5aip0j267UtB677Tv2QItkhW1kOft5cLv6uLQP65cRK8BGdlJ6p9RSgY/s320/veer-snarl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493161078298019314" /></a><b>SALMAN MAD! SALMAN KILL EVERYONE! GRRRRRRRRRR!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Salman might as well have said that with the emotive growling he does in this scene where he saves his bhai and kills the two bad princes! Then he vows to take Yashodhara away and marry her, because she totally loves a Viking who kills her brother right in front of her! What comes later is all battle intrigue and lovey-dovey nonsense, growling and more. I'm onto my favorite parts of the film</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The New Cockney Bob Christo?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQAFXRTtdo18BO-yzxHKSb3zWQ4LF50ElM2NjDZV91QBY1SR5oCTYrkoPgiX-_ParFi_RrTsKfH1uKmeCOcqr8QWCxYpckdBHtUpdNCVyWQPhxTOEPUdm5-43Z9MQwhhyphenhyphenR8c7ySAzP8I/s1600/veer-bob+christo+newbie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQAFXRTtdo18BO-yzxHKSb3zWQ4LF50ElM2NjDZV91QBY1SR5oCTYrkoPgiX-_ParFi_RrTsKfH1uKmeCOcqr8QWCxYpckdBHtUpdNCVyWQPhxTOEPUdm5-43Z9MQwhhyphenhyphenR8c7ySAzP8I/s320/veer-bob+christo+newbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493162243022715058" /></a><b>This man is just glorious!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEind-RfGTP39j89HSzLZTfVEABRFU-HIC-gVQYKppL0EBhnXEo38W3qphXQSPUmay_I10ZfUwKpsqwc8WzmbfgE3L_6zmQyG9KD6Y8DQmWg-PuXAwlpnXtNoKNfbE9SDOP98CALoLditCY/s320/veer-thug.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493162435716426690" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>He's even got Bob's nefarious scheming skills</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't who this guy is but he's called Steve! Steve is the bad English general/dictator that is in cahoots with Jackie's king, but he also wants to destroy India! What a notorious man he is! I just loved this actor, because hes got a Cockney accent and looks completely out of place in this movie, but somehow he just goes along with all the madness! His Hindi's pretty good as well my favorite line being "Hume RHINO ne booolayaa haai!" when he introduces the Melton-wannabe wrestler at the very DharamVeer jousting match! He looks like a right thug but he acts his way into my cracktastic heart!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">The Story of the Golden Arm!</span></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR0FeBc2UOwi7ZiT17QqWsaV5itBS4QG9jlE2ahVmMQKSwcNzFrYsUnm6F47ig_wOEELZAhFhaFeqMkQlg1R_cAccyOlXsEmjujb6MZacaep-pnXDU-R9AE6m3XIC83UrUGppy5u1QLXw/s320/veer-gold+hand.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493163941281304882" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Even though he has no hand, Jackie piles on that bling</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQouM4yF-DI2b5KyuCY117fpTH0AvrPMssgFGxgS5xRFH1T_yXTEV3CNJAkRPF3lHm0H72BfCHTWszrn4elgOrsmpwfss1JXoaDCcMgAfADERR-K93f8Sg1oGIBdCg00TL1iy9r3Go6TI/s1600/veer-happy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQouM4yF-DI2b5KyuCY117fpTH0AvrPMssgFGxgS5xRFH1T_yXTEV3CNJAkRPF3lHm0H72BfCHTWszrn4elgOrsmpwfss1JXoaDCcMgAfADERR-K93f8Sg1oGIBdCg00TL1iy9r3Go6TI/s320/veer-happy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493164188467745634" /></a><b>Jackie explains the immense trauma he feels! And the ecstatic revenge he'll feel after!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkoluApmm7Q3cbb7riW3uDQAdE6RoS4D8cRaGNMjuxX8knlfKGJPZLia42kxq6yrr9MLH5tSasw-O3-uDhJqtRF8zWGWVXnYg67fC6iRN1X-J011_Fnhxb44MD6Hpm77ql8jrYPd8vqw/s320/veer-nahieee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493164765218585858" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Veer master of no subtlety rips off the Golden Arm!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>MOST AWKWARD MOMENT I LIVE FOR: CHECK!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-12298561087398886062010-07-11T17:13:00.003-07:002010-07-11T17:32:03.638-07:00Shameful Classics Week comes to a Close! But The Good, the Bad, and the Batshit Week begins!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimY0xwYci1X8MFA40SOIzkcRR88YVkdQNwu1LrdRQko-2tK27jSHqDAsgeBogrqkoTyu1CDrmkxLHgUDFKKE0U8v1c-XhmUg1ZOPLGlw2L02jF_ClrLFt4Uec4vnAU65IAqw-DypiRr5Q/s1600/veer-i+was+sold.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimY0xwYci1X8MFA40SOIzkcRR88YVkdQNwu1LrdRQko-2tK27jSHqDAsgeBogrqkoTyu1CDrmkxLHgUDFKKE0U8v1c-XhmUg1ZOPLGlw2L02jF_ClrLFt4Uec4vnAU65IAqw-DypiRr5Q/s320/veer-i+was+sold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492806476004939074" /></a><b>Veer was very upset about me going to unhygienic London</b><div><br /></div><div>Well it was the most glorious week that was ever devoted to all things Shameful and cringe-worthily good! Shameful Classics week was an absolute escapist fun time, where <a href="http://shahrukhislove.blogspot.com/">Ness</a>, <a href="http://totallyfilmi.com/">Kay</a>, <a href="http://bethlovesbollywood.blogspot.com/">Beth</a>, <a href="http://filmigirl.blogspot.com/">Filmi Girl</a>, <a href="http://bollywooddeewana.blogspot.com/">BollywoodDeewana</a>, <a href="http://bollystalgia.blogspot.com/">Amaluu,</a> <a href="http://ajnabi1977.blogspot.com/">Ajnabi </a>and yours truly aired some dirty laundry of the good trash that wins us over every time! I wanna thank everyone for participating and showing us all the mad things that people would gasp over, but the things you just can't help but love!</div><div>In other news, I am off back to the Bharat/London on July 16, so I thought I'd announce The Good, The Bad, and the Batshit Week here at the Masala Pradesh, because I'll be on a long hiatus for most of this summer, and I might as well review the 13 DVDS that the aunty dvdwallah's threw at me with good deals, most of them are pretty classic but I had to indulge in some rubbish and general batshit films! So coming up this week is DISCO DANCER!!! Veer, and many more! So I hope you come back for more mayhem before I depart for London!</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmdkoCr8jdTlWNyFHQPOGRIZJc634MPnlZoSOtqQo9ZKbm3093HfvneRLZN0hEeh1hCgyR-qoyjBJoUti5I1P8BnvvAhCDHa1Efp8Xxdvd107nwXSzl2B7kK3FShN68r9wmwBkJne6Es/s1600/toof-shaitan+singh.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmdkoCr8jdTlWNyFHQPOGRIZJc634MPnlZoSOtqQo9ZKbm3093HfvneRLZN0hEeh1hCgyR-qoyjBJoUti5I1P8BnvvAhCDHa1Efp8Xxdvd107nwXSzl2B7kK3FShN68r9wmwBkJne6Es/s320/toof-shaitan+singh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492810641095920914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">IF YOU DON'T COME BACK, SHAITAN SINGH IS GONNA GO TOWN WITH ARM-CHOPPING</span></b></div></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-25649344656913486562010-07-08T19:22:00.016-07:002010-07-08T21:22:43.165-07:00Uber-Shameful Classic: Neal n Nikki: Cavorting around in bras and Giving Badnaam to Vancouver!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-hoJNeC7nX0NS-k24E52eDLQwVIDrVka4NMnMaKAqZOqeCXCmBFMQtYLDHmsgFAX_0k80XL_eyGcN6u5k5BzYGoamvOLGgPBznIdRCcKtReC9lJTtZfHHsIHQQZHOQynn3k-aryLnC4/s1600/nn-neel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-hoJNeC7nX0NS-k24E52eDLQwVIDrVka4NMnMaKAqZOqeCXCmBFMQtYLDHmsgFAX_0k80XL_eyGcN6u5k5BzYGoamvOLGgPBznIdRCcKtReC9lJTtZfHHsIHQQZHOQynn3k-aryLnC4/s320/nn-neel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491726692658662850" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Everything is all wrong, Uday but so right in a bad way!</b></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div>I am a Yashraj fiend, I grew up on those Switzerland fields, those dance moves in the rain, those gorgeous couples rolling about in flowers and Punjabi mustard fields. But Neal n Nikki is the darker dirtier uncle of those such films. NN was filmed in new home of Vancouver and soon-to-be second home of Okanagan. It was made by lackluster director Arjun Sablok, who usually does the promo songs for the Yashraj films like the SUPER HOT Dhoom one with Tata Young. NN is a very bad to you, film but I like it, I didn't say I loved it because it has soo many egregious things in it for example:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2PS12f7TpevUh8pMriF6gGaU7HULUrPxXpyJs3Su6WUbtQ5RZK_LPmnvvc8LOt4Co0uUTJO0gcCcvYAFBcXoxcBn_FFjh-I6Ua22EBfh7lWcyKdP26ToGbyfmoZ7-hpwnyTKmFWBovY/s1600/nn-braidiot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio2PS12f7TpevUh8pMriF6gGaU7HULUrPxXpyJs3Su6WUbtQ5RZK_LPmnvvc8LOt4Co0uUTJO0gcCcvYAFBcXoxcBn_FFjh-I6Ua22EBfh7lWcyKdP26ToGbyfmoZ7-hpwnyTKmFWBovY/s320/nn-braidiot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491740812241994018" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Tanisha prancing around my city...in her bra!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of a few crappy things in the film, because it was sooo annoying to watch her walk around all these places I know soo well and dress like a whoooorrrreeee! Like seriously, who walks around like that in any sex comedy, except for the bedroom! Ohh well just one major gripe but let me get to the story!</div><div>We meet Neal(Uday Chopra) a man on the prowl, who is very immature and sex-obsessed, and let me say its nice to see a normal hero who is somewhat like the majority of men that age. What I'm trying to say, is we have a hero that is a douchebag looking for his next conquest which is somewhat refreshing in a shameful way! He agrees to an arranged marriage to a gal in India called Sweety who gets her own song, sung hilariously by Sardar with a Guitar Happy (Gaurav Gera)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0GUuks_924QiSZ-zRjjKP88B-3ETfk-FP7ujSCddUco3-Z3dIi093pk1ha6NcTrAxnXr966ijqtRMvKSiqmqBT8Eoeax7YjKKaZ1_6cmFARawjZWoQGnr3Fo4pvclpNqyQq2wZ_U-Xc/s320/nn-happy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491743364962841090" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Scene stealer Sardar with a Guitar!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>He is allowed to go to Vancouver for 21 days to have a good time, and yes get laid! I would have normally gone HAI RABBA CHEE CHEE CHEE! But I dunno, something about these hijinks is really funny as Neal meets his first gal Kristy, some supermodel they roped in, when they meet up later Neal encounters the drunken Nikki(Tanisha Mukherjee) who harasses him and impresses him by doing a lap dance in the good song "Halla Re" which features an appearance by Gangster No.1 Abhishek Bachchan! WHich is always a good sign of adding some swagger to the film!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVMfr0tBXQvdG-xqEz_0WE4_Bawyp0akRaXy_JEKwVb89wjiC4chOtYyqP7c5EX-j0IMyZJPnT7zfm-dw-Fa3W1m0ODIjOG6z8HxQ9sdOJ3hgHiSoogxNmbCNomlCYxlO3VKrd3Gj1lI/s320/nn-besharam.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491745139634202882" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tanisha yet again in another whorish outfit!</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR7ae8a6SRWFBzVl3zdPBIS67v5l7TEb3BEpyaw_K0KSly3k-bP0ziLR1mcjJlrvSNlYyVwtpAmyEF7oY-aDOIVIdvwM7moDm5TmSVurlH8rDj66KhkxBzRN4QiJBpPBUMNvaJeA90iEc/s320/nn-abhi!.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491745350309814226" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Look at that smouldering man! His only line is offering that gal, "Come on, lets bounce" </b></div><div><br /></div><div>After Abhi's lovely swaggering appearance, Nikki starts turning up wherever Neal is, in the middle or about to conquest some bra-clad harpie! Then the two crazy kids decide to go to Whistler to get some action, Whistler of all places is not where one finds action more to look at how awful everyone looks after all that skiing, runny noses, pink faces. This is quite outrageous to me because the director is from Vancouver and if Neal really wanted to find some gals, then he'd go rampaging up Granville Street where all the hoochie clubs are! DUHHHH! ANYWAY, they sing the fun title song, complete with a DDLJ parody that makes me laugh each time because of the irony of having Kajol's sister run through a mustard field in that white salwar-kameez makes me all happy:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUOCLtiChQs27WAsJkg3S1Mo-ewqNltjFC6iKIClKajTzWqWatvfrm0mlvPatGZ2aRCUL7TufRL6DLeo5fTOIuJp231Aha8UsCRhxiwgP44fX82XlF8rsoMLzymbfuwQL71qWOWpY38g/s320/nn-rockstar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491747055637758754" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Yes that's what Uday still aspires to be!</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhCG2TgR4ZB0Y1rD6QIDQQ-V1Q9Liw5bT1CqAlNcRxMdDVQmsM7MzBZ6kwxRD-HbC6yDijSyvwfmVBLdAEjDRiv3QyP7QemqZ7HYRFsnpw2ncVdzUg3IpFKAYF2ssv9yoo9mH1uXjoGA/s320/nn-ddlj+spoof.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491747843699109874" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ahhh filmi irony, bahut accha!</b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKniXxyDbJMHurrTMahWQlR164rEAVzyJrSFs9l7Q5OPzbS5Say1gWnniqK_Q-x0Srf3tcu7IofPMcP9xLlJIkD9fAn-wkRGKidYeCpWl6ZDxQm7QVrYjOWcw9JdVxoVp7xH3JBfkkQA/s1600/nn-ddlj+spoof2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfKniXxyDbJMHurrTMahWQlR164rEAVzyJrSFs9l7Q5OPzbS5Say1gWnniqK_Q-x0Srf3tcu7IofPMcP9xLlJIkD9fAn-wkRGKidYeCpWl6ZDxQm7QVrYjOWcw9JdVxoVp7xH3JBfkkQA/s320/nn-ddlj+spoof2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491748020855888130" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Yes I laughed all the way to town on this one!</b></span></div></b></div><div><br /></div><div>When the two end up in Whistler, Nikki uses Neal to make her ex-boyfriend jealous and of course what ensues is a ton of snogging from the lead couple, but first before "I Hate Luv Storys" there was this shameful cousin with its own sense of cheekiness and snark at taking potshots at the typical love song posturing with the song "I'm in Love"</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3HlLK-sYdhQQt4rz891-xLnM-RUvVk3c2wXclkMCryz33enKfS4VOVE5WFfbeLCZRyR2pxzEcZXTXXNRsu0NntvbVzgEFZhFr7l6l9Tw12sMQmMDsZwBcDv7qMfJ-7nB8ACiLePPQJo/s1600/nn-heehee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3HlLK-sYdhQQt4rz891-xLnM-RUvVk3c2wXclkMCryz33enKfS4VOVE5WFfbeLCZRyR2pxzEcZXTXXNRsu0NntvbVzgEFZhFr7l6l9Tw12sMQmMDsZwBcDv7qMfJ-7nB8ACiLePPQJo/s320/nn-heehee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491750524297443122" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Who doesn't love a film that pokes fun at the random yellow airplane that love songs always have!</b></span></div></b></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1BFevuwI5bf5CkIOG4SEvGg6UWhBez6SWBK-tzNXaJPO7ML1C8ZTYFfrZZ4KmZ8vcGd-wLZxP_cQ_Y0-MoCs22a6fWMXXEi2Rytg_YVc-tXOEidGvmgEsQ74e66bzBf0XRXH8FBkxBc/s1600/nn-im+in+love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1BFevuwI5bf5CkIOG4SEvGg6UWhBez6SWBK-tzNXaJPO7ML1C8ZTYFfrZZ4KmZ8vcGd-wLZxP_cQ_Y0-MoCs22a6fWMXXEi2Rytg_YVc-tXOEidGvmgEsQ74e66bzBf0XRXH8FBkxBc/s320/nn-im+in+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491750819391236306" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Of course bonus points, for mountain singing done in my own Whistler!</b></span></div></b></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMwjkuhXSq7cOzmSiK8n5D2cIf7y3ZGMehItjjoP0HP199wFH_Pg73TOt9ajphrhbkGyCKCWvLbATqRr79U82IIYrdcXEJbiA5ZsHIQr1fSW0zf3Jhdiw-cvFWWOx1E_WqI7rwQDzG10/s320/nn-snogtime.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491751051793225170" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>One of the many snogs in this film!</b></div><div><br /></div><div>After some silliness and fun, Neal n Nikki end up at silly frat-looking party where they realize they like each other and kiss a ton. Flashforward to the next morning, where two have slept together and this is where it gets kind of better as they wonder what to do and say after that night and not confirming their feelings. There's a sense of realness there which you don't get in unshameful good modern Bollywood films. The two go their separate ways till Nikki turns up at Neal's home as Sweety's cousin. And the two try to fight off their feelings for each other or Nikki does more. Neal makes a bet that she will stop his wedding and blah blah blah! </div><div>What I did love about this film is:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjeC5VNuv2ktuiSbl8h04O6FFIGCi9XOc94B2tXB7SxarqEiY8Q_G3rbYkJZAgBoyP1W3a7QnNMra3XfKL7I2QDiI6ZSRHXkF2F6H_9Cdl97mxryxXmSDAD-E3JIlbg8bipTd5EUT_ZJg/s320/nn-wancouver.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491753447653912834" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This bechara shameful icon</b></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirpYJJfsT80ff-5onywdpOGDctgvD1trDOoPPWJ7wjESun1-9hCY9ldrvcLyf8rn0CcxZUnRavlOcmqfbcMW6KuV9E7rStaMqJw5J_YIWiZR8SdpCNEqdq3dtRzN4ypVhPtsYq9mzSkJo/s320/nn-niki.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491753626468442210" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This poor star-sister</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> I know I'm in the minority of people who like Uday Chopra, but this week unveils my utter love for him as a shameful icon. He is a scion of nepotism being son of romance king Yash Chopra, yet he hasn't made it on his own, which is a testament to how nepotism doesn't work sometimes and even the greatest father/brother/hamster can't help you be a hero. But hell I really like him, he has good comic timing and he's looks alright, not a conventional gorgeous hero, but he has something there that lights up when he's onscreen. OHH MY GOSH I'M ON A DIATRIBE ABOUT UDAY CHOPRA!!!!! Yes I am, but I'm gonna plug him anyhwhere because he is a good actor, a shit Tweeter as Veraciously points out, and a star brat. But I like him and I stick with it!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> Onto Tanisha, she is a good enough actress, though maybe she should consider getting a stylist and getting her eyebrows threaded in a better shape, so she doesn't look like a Greta Garbo! </div><div style="text-align: left;">But the two have very good chemistry and its no wonder that they got together after this film wrapped, I don't know if they're still together but they make a nice couple full of screwball squabbles and hot chemistry. And they're snogging looked a bit voyeuristic to look at, but as Hitchcock taught us we all need to look! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKniQZ7xgWfsOm6E8iJcMKUbHFpKxwAHTsnS96OUzLJGbkAQ30gAzgw34vk1989daHTuOHzycnCBWHUzT99kqn23-t6_QnYCoFoe5OhyphenhyphenH33rah2mCWfklM0I-2TsZyepYuVCsyql0ue4/s1600/nn-zain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKniQZ7xgWfsOm6E8iJcMKUbHFpKxwAHTsnS96OUzLJGbkAQ30gAzgw34vk1989daHTuOHzycnCBWHUzT99kqn23-t6_QnYCoFoe5OhyphenhyphenH33rah2mCWfklM0I-2TsZyepYuVCsyql0ue4/s320/nn-zain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491756111708599410" /></a><b>For all you Canadians, that's Zain Mehji at the back from Etalk and How To Look Good Naked!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Neal n Nikki is a definite shameful pleasure of mine that varies from "Omg I Love this" to "How Dare She Wear That, GRRR" but check it out if you like a good old sex comedy with some filmi parodying! </div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313270895631811617.post-64269484874697674222010-07-07T10:29:00.024-07:002010-07-07T16:52:53.323-07:00Shameful Classic, Toofan Part 2: When A Filmi Kid made me emo and Goga goes to the extremes of villainy!<div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOsXMO_VubYviuFOEMNx2ziY6xeBKfDVd4KVFqAT4BBz9hP4Z2mlt9cGo8VUXWZ6u5eo0YjigZnPFsfaiJy058FDMkVCTmBe2hn1OCdfKbqMOk2rZPWWRi2NlQ-0Y5v2Fl9CTQjvq5Ds/s1600/toof-the+power+of+ab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOsXMO_VubYviuFOEMNx2ziY6xeBKfDVd4KVFqAT4BBz9hP4Z2mlt9cGo8VUXWZ6u5eo0YjigZnPFsfaiJy058FDMkVCTmBe2hn1OCdfKbqMOk2rZPWWRi2NlQ-0Y5v2Fl9CTQjvq5Ds/s320/toof-the+power+of+ab.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491218570217087730" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>This is the power of Jaadugar Shyam, walking on water!</b></span></div></b><div><br /></div><div>It was a good place to leave off with Part 1, to introduce the mainstay of the movie Toofan, but the filmmakers take a complete detour and take us on a wacky ride with Shyam, Toofan's more enthusiastic and fun bro! This is sometimes okay but even Amitabh Bachchan, actor par excellence, regresses into hamming though he might not admit it, so their are many escapades where he hams royally! But his next hijinck gets him in trouble with his maa, and she ties him up in the bed, so he doesn't do more jaadu! Then a snake comes to him on his bed and we get to a funny but overlong sequence of Amitabh doing cross-eyed and being scared!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMGLQ_x4q4R3sABsfjncn3eYBHgUpo3IDC2SzZDHzwKqiF_QFrXLI9ItyFs0hq_F6AYsmGQar9TMWhpIQJybX0Rz94vLVSYePfEODQdyHRgSER_C-v8K-ISTpKkuf2yNavI12Kl_NZBQE/s320/toof-naag.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491220354359435858" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Hanging out with the naag</b></div><div>But the main point of this sequence is to introduce the first heroine Radha(Meenakshi Sheshadri) who is a tribal village gal whose naag has gone missing and she summons him away with a fun naagin tune that would make anyone's hands raise up on their head and hips twirl about!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsZeaKfQ_f9ONw51BkErETrl9o1NjSixX1PgdL4gQEBs6lN0Qmx1AYMedl_CDXd7tPjiNi2g8oD0rfodndShZ6PN25mb2P8y7rHtqG4xlE06yZ6LOA6iUcRq48hCrHgnW3PSaCBQ9msk/s320/toof-meenakshi.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491222314700038994" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Poor spotty but gorgeous Meenakshi</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I just made a potshot of how spotty the poor Meenakshi was, but to be honest it was right there beckoning me to point and I'M EVVVILLL! But thats not nice, Padmini also poor gal had them all over her cheeks. But the camera wasn't very nice to Meenakshi with huge Sergio Leone closeups of her! Bechara! Anyway before my low blow, Shyam and her fall in pyar with some double entendre talk, and soon she invites him to the village to do a song but the best subtitles comes next:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPd1t004tbf-j9luvU6iZh1UwBVTYo2x8EGpJTW-jcY8NEXzZvZ1g9j788_lhehpLckPanCuCK5ucQG2qv24uTjlL-TuuLLSlkzwM70ye9V4I7ejU95fq5TaHYuxkFCWlfF8eVNa8dqHI/s320/toof-foolmoon.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491223710106411554" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Come before the fool moon night or we'll be separated!" Nahiee the foolish moon!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Through Shyam's storyline we meet these two: Gopal (Farooq Shaikh) and smouldering girl pickpocket (Amrita Singh)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SgcKMznbqUbwdcBoH08YY2KJ-yWlPWfd5y3UA2sBEH69U5Zb-lFnSp280vhRotro_i16SHN-AZ5wKN3u4BlI96vNPPzEKsRYyjAdD-44v71LAzoxCHP8RYhzQF4uAfCcUt2KCv0wu0Q/s320/toof-farooquE.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491224312881266818" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The two actors who add some sass and class to this product!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can I just declare how much I loooooove Amrita Singh, she was one of my 80's faves, because she was sooo sassy and had some really sexy chemistry with Amitabh and some more aging heroes. And of course, I hold her highly in my book, because of Aaina, she is a such a bitch but a good bitch! But anyway Pocketmaar Gal(I'll name her as she never had a name) steals Shyam and Gopal's purse to pay for her poor maa's operation! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47HMjUhm2_sPa9MimyDp-LIRtSnohNxLLuTk5DhHtjYSBb8ih2MjIjjDJ4xuMT63ZJrezJHzPSnE1N9cgOobPLYDMDWWP0haEK7kqcycAF8YNe0R1J0scHHajmwNjG3QUKPIdwWtSKVQ/s1600/toof-amrita.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47HMjUhm2_sPa9MimyDp-LIRtSnohNxLLuTk5DhHtjYSBb8ih2MjIjjDJ4xuMT63ZJrezJHzPSnE1N9cgOobPLYDMDWWP0haEK7kqcycAF8YNe0R1J0scHHajmwNjG3QUKPIdwWtSKVQ/s320/toof-amrita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491225806270533874" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Well nothing's changed since Aawara eh?</b></span></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So thankfully in a semi swift Shyam dominated first half, we are introduced to all key characters, but in the biggest plot contrivance that involves Raza Murad as a thief using Shyam jaadu skills to open safes for him and frames him. But another fun subtitle ensues:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2pc_B8Z8f9SikTPEZDZmVE6oKNLf_N2sIOpfto5cBlRq4ODwD9dHQTQRfUyVeijaq5U_84NTNsg0dlWJJ4wugnFzs9zrGQd8NO3sqYYto7PZVFE6gfkudWz3iw88RXS8t801B6FqwbA/s1600/toof-buntyipod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe2pc_B8Z8f9SikTPEZDZmVE6oKNLf_N2sIOpfto5cBlRq4ODwD9dHQTQRfUyVeijaq5U_84NTNsg0dlWJJ4wugnFzs9zrGQd8NO3sqYYto7PZVFE6gfkudWz3iw88RXS8t801B6FqwbA/s320/toof-buntyipod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491226825171366674" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>This is usually me when I lose Bunty my ipod! WHERE ARE YOU BUNNTY!</b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In this silly contrivance, Gopal bails him out using his money for selling off his cab, but in another plot device Gopal loses his arms! NAHIEEEE Armless Syndrome affects another Thakur from Sholay, another Raaj Kumar from Mother India, and now Gopal in Toofan. Shyam is rather insensitive and lifts off the cover in the hospital and Farooq is so poignant here just avoiding Amitabh's hammy cryin:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqhyVOdZRqTF8cHWZQFuiChM0dwePXv21kfMwyJ61RWkJt6jM-aGLmx0qOx8P1WB3F_OQVLgTaA2H0DAkTKK4IqSqc6LAcjbz9FN0JqSzzjQ-6LN-149HQcic3yi_UV2Jer5VTbdBJe6M/s320/toof-so+rude.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491228055693362034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Armless Syndrome afflicts another poor bechara!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Like Raaj Kumar, Gopal is full of shame and goes wandering. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">BUT WAIT! SHAITAN SINGH IS BACK! Shaitan is languishing in the jails and behaving like a crazier batshit cousin of mega villain Amrish Puri. One of his harebrained schemes is the most outrageous prison escape I have ever seen, perhaps James Garner, Steve McQueen from "The Great Escape" and other should have taken a leaf out of the "Shaitan Singh Guide to Escaping Prison" which I shall demonstrate:</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHPhFvQ8D_d6eUiVx3MIpE65-jCZdixRCjSUy4lHHR_RbiD7vwkLi1QHx7aHyD4XoZRhoaBgRAuM2BMG10_DYEypuXDGXUmyBb4ihRE2DJyOlA7dQ6UCKpKaFh2FBhovpcxKy5-rdnhFk/s320/toof-batshit.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491229866758827106" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Step 1: Insert your gleeful smile and set oneself on fire! Protect one's crazy hair!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_4a7-ZoXQP4y0g91sVbry3bkqqMT6LzA0ZCShHvLkr3D81lErFxvOjZdhPLnJD0jKUGEkKz68vmAI26_qR67LwFLM8-K7gYnsz0DsUaQUGtgecLiXMoLBimINTtCeRlllaxbXKw8Yx4/s1600/toof-alcatraz+escape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_4a7-ZoXQP4y0g91sVbry3bkqqMT6LzA0ZCShHvLkr3D81lErFxvOjZdhPLnJD0jKUGEkKz68vmAI26_qR67LwFLM8-K7gYnsz0DsUaQUGtgecLiXMoLBimINTtCeRlllaxbXKw8Yx4/s320/toof-alcatraz+escape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491230169371848594" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>Step 2: Kill all guards and jump off your Alcatraz-esque prison, avoid the sharks!</b></span></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Shaitan's escape set in motion, one of the most shameful crying parts of this movie or any movie ever! I feel so besharam for crying! Shaitan comes to the village and decides to have revenge on the man who sold him out, the doctor saab! Doctor saab, has a daughter and son in law Gopal who has come back home from his armless wandering! Shaitan's right-hand man decides to almost rape Gopal's wife, what follows is a shocking Pekinpah-like violent fest, its not too gory but the general hysteria and awful acts committed later are Pekinpah-like in their piling on of all awful and destructive things to happen to Master Javed and Farooq!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqWdqf5EJtrBvBznWYO617ZPe74LZtmUReDb4W9fOefQZyeWOpUBJFGRoIwY4HYteD0pjVMDbdWBRo4J9VffxbCGgKYUsx5sJPsanrwZhw08Wz4oU9DgloYTH0vBeZaF7IOycGJ4N-80/s320/toof-well.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491249660155891186" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Zarina Wahab can't take the Pekinpah violence and jumps in a well!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Duki52xT57RLblSPzGlIDfNX0sj5_JnJtjfgkHHNabPYYKfaQ1j-pbadypf2qnGBcxjpHbwLj0fWZh3YHdK6t7-Mq64LyWNlnmhlIU2UQl4RRfEdtK0hpk0__zQQVHM5VPJVMZz07UE/s1600/toof-master+javed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Duki52xT57RLblSPzGlIDfNX0sj5_JnJtjfgkHHNabPYYKfaQ1j-pbadypf2qnGBcxjpHbwLj0fWZh3YHdK6t7-Mq64LyWNlnmhlIU2UQl4RRfEdtK0hpk0__zQQVHM5VPJVMZz07UE/s320/toof-master+javed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491250003982860834" /></a><b>Master Javed gets headaches from all this dishoom</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrXeiJBLIWI6vjNfBMWYdENuQJtY59QaLnfnjlASEwVSGgP1uOXoucq4_CfT__FLMeY658_LX-NP8ovvDJh8jTBkhEq5uiVYxbeQnu4xWtphY1htywQ77LVylrVApj3X-WGz_HXX9eG8/s1600/toof-kick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrXeiJBLIWI6vjNfBMWYdENuQJtY59QaLnfnjlASEwVSGgP1uOXoucq4_CfT__FLMeY658_LX-NP8ovvDJh8jTBkhEq5uiVYxbeQnu4xWtphY1htywQ77LVylrVApj3X-WGz_HXX9eG8/s320/toof-kick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491250264352281506" /></a><b>Armless Syndrome patients can still participate in Pekinpah dishoom!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbRkAHzlvp5W8JFl71zRuzx44uRF02R8oYvJcZum_HDmCyzwxeDMBqKFov76XH1d5rxXJeI5Fj5SfncIupTVzr6SraIf_PZ3pwfSBtDioVZK20SZdwioftSvKr748AXxqTHvqdUbtIIA/s1600/toof-pekinpah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbRkAHzlvp5W8JFl71zRuzx44uRF02R8oYvJcZum_HDmCyzwxeDMBqKFov76XH1d5rxXJeI5Fj5SfncIupTVzr6SraIf_PZ3pwfSBtDioVZK20SZdwioftSvKr748AXxqTHvqdUbtIIA/s320/toof-pekinpah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491250521053219394" /></a><b>To be honest, I had a BARSAAT CRY here, I care more for Farooq than Jamie Sanchez being dragged around in "The Wild Bunch"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNPMWRNPgeZ5-UwhaWFXvNuMkvAScszVgWGRsh7iAmtnPHJjx4XTlZgs0yUJsjR_2U9SzpRda9OJk9ZnRq7ZHSgcVX8PbuTyhRN15Hhwr6FrybokAc6X4Srq7RCrex-h3VWeC8Z4b1eQ/s1600/toof-bawl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNPMWRNPgeZ5-UwhaWFXvNuMkvAScszVgWGRsh7iAmtnPHJjx4XTlZgs0yUJsjR_2U9SzpRda9OJk9ZnRq7ZHSgcVX8PbuTyhRN15Hhwr6FrybokAc6X4Srq7RCrex-h3VWeC8Z4b1eQ/s320/toof-bawl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491251075592634290" /></a><b>This is my face after this whole escapade!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">YES I CRIED IN TOOFAN! My shame has been aired to the blogging public, it just was soooooo heartbreaking for that poor kid to see his maa die, then his paaw getting dragged about, then he couldn't save his paaw from the well, ohh Master Javed you can come live at the Filmi Bachhe Orphanage like countless other scarred filmi kids! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Another GINORMOUS plot contrivance allows for Toofan and Shyam to switch places, so Shyam as Toofan comes to the village to wreck havoc on the dakus. Shyam is a nice guy enough, to let young Master Javed get some revenge on Zaalim Singh, the right hand man who caused the immense trauma heaped upon the young kid!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTwKODE3_O6qsxNqo8w7IjeIYzL85UUyDvkhhIGBC4bRsp5PNn2J4tQzP0ZHytydozNHlO8fdLm5yE_7Bsh72Gl2hV-hjl7vsVFgjLE1yjEUUOn7KdckzkTdWXqTqRA3NUpXHY43bJ3o/s1600/toof-angry+filmi+bachha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTwKODE3_O6qsxNqo8w7IjeIYzL85UUyDvkhhIGBC4bRsp5PNn2J4tQzP0ZHytydozNHlO8fdLm5yE_7Bsh72Gl2hV-hjl7vsVFgjLE1yjEUUOn7KdckzkTdWXqTqRA3NUpXHY43bJ3o/s320/toof-angry+filmi+bachha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491305690923164610" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>You do not wanna get on the bad side of this filmi kid!</b></span></div></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was crying out loud "You go FILMI KID, KICK SOME ASS!" And he really did, he repeated his Nahie lines from the previous harrowing time, but on the kickass side, and growled at Zaalim Singh who he tied up and let the horse drag him away to Shaitan Singh's headquarters!! Gratifying revenge by a kid, check! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Meanwhile, across town there is the actual Toofan as Shyam who is out to get Raza Murad for framing the other guy, and for using Bunty-the-ipod's name to get safes open! Badmaash! But he dresses in this snazzy coin-clad jacket!</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXM7D7DIGGOy3lIX6CCep_Wi8CBlx9k-xd3Cb0rpLM_RAasRyJwIEBiDSf3M_waj3kXd6W-oNKn8ns0l5eRF6c1O-M3CfxYiWAgwjy-Yn6GwNER2DYf4d5TMY8G97Nm2twDzgDy48KRnc/s320/toof-coinblazer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491308962095480994" /><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Okay new clothing to be searched for, like a vintage Indiana Jones that I am!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The rest of the film gets very mangled, tangled, and convoluted, all in a very shamefully good way that would take ten posts to explain! But suffice to say, the two twins switch apropriate places and Shyam is called upon by his destiny to complete the batshit magic trick that even Houdini and his dad couldn't do! But Toofan fulfills his destiny by killing all the baddies including my much-loved villain Shaitan Singh by doing these stunts:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYFSlpp2Xmb2nP4hLP1G4e3-PWsCoQwzzvcF8kqkKopwcYvxIgI2V0v6vHPW7jxdbkDubjAPi-hTXo90j8TiySYh5ARMzCvwL-wZTD9GDGBd3RyA5n6NOVHRl8uQtbMlAkgi4NXUpnsk/s1600/toof-toofan+jump.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYFSlpp2Xmb2nP4hLP1G4e3-PWsCoQwzzvcF8kqkKopwcYvxIgI2V0v6vHPW7jxdbkDubjAPi-hTXo90j8TiySYh5ARMzCvwL-wZTD9GDGBd3RyA5n6NOVHRl8uQtbMlAkgi4NXUpnsk/s320/toof-toofan+jump.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491311410924530690" /></a><b>The mighty jumping skills of long-lost Power Ranger Toofan!</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidCsscMR0sk6TBA9v0Uf0apFpgwX-L3GCgKMlpWRUSqx6nbeB-dni_xnDYf2bDvOTjY_BgTl1OPL6Tk0uAwmtJg4bxQEcU-wEnYXk5oRSuWXOXiPvgtSrXI2BlglREJ20vKXuLxF97d9M/s320/WTHHH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491311903242309970" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Look at how powerful that Power Ranger weapon is</b>!</div><br />Well I hoped you enjoyed the mass trauma of filmi kids, and the shame that was unleashed by me! Toofan is a nice shameful pile of junk that makes me happy on a rainy day because the infinite reasons why I should be ashamed to own this are the ones why I keep returning!</div></div>Rumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10104185865100510017noreply@blogger.com3