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    It all happened with Arnold's raised Austrian finger gently descendin into a pool of molten iron.. then there was Ben Hur's chariot race, the ghost by the stairs in Evil Dead, Sreenivasan's guy next door, shilpa shetty giving to UP- Bihar, Mumbai ka Bhai kaun.... I was in. Suckered. Seduced.

Burn After Reading: Wise Men say,”Fools Rush In”

Dec 24 2008 | 17 Comments » | 308 views


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I hate every ape I see,
From chimpan-A to chimpanzee,
No, you’ll never make a monkey out of me!

- Planet of the Apes: The Musical, A Fish Called Selma, Simpsons Season 7

The Art of Foolishness. Sure it took integrity, painstaking, back breaking, gravity defying work to paint the Glory of God and his creation up on the sprawling roof of the Sistine Chapel but it would take sheer balls and vision to fling a freshly baked apple pie straight at the pope’s whatsyourface the first time he bends his knees and cranes his neck to stare at it. That would be art. That would be the Glory of the Good Lord’s arguably one-of-the-finest creation. Joy to the world the pie has come!

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“Iconoclasts! Idiots! You, interplanetary goat, you”

- Captain Haddock, Explorers of the Moon, Tintin …

Maharathi: Murder is in the Details (Zero Spoiler Review)

Dec 05 2008 | 12 Comments » | 596 views



Rarely have I seen Bollywood dole out such measured doses. Deft execution, a perfect pitch and in a low key. Shivam Nair’s sophomore flick ‘Maharathi’ hardly qualifies as great or even memorable but it packs in moments of perfection, moments where all the elements in a frame come together and achieve an impossibly low-key crescendo that is the hallmark of a master.

‘Maharathi’ is a cold, distant film. There isn’t much to like about it, nothing to warm the cockles. As a noir it has the elements in place- intrigue, deception, murder, decadence and an almost inescapable gloom. All but passion. ‘Passion’ is an all important element in the genre, in the heat of which much blood is shed. It is the element that fuels the narrative …

Turkish Delight: Only For Adults or Those in the Grip of Mad Love or Those who have once been and now Remember Vividly

Dec 04 2008 | 3 Comments » | 315 views


Young, mad love is some kind of a veritable monster.


To hold her by the waist turn her full circle dizzy in the head intense surge through the viens your six senses overload with an electric pulse reality dissolves into your being you into her and she into yours the moment, the now is within the two of you. The universe gone bonkers. Lips smash into each other with a full wet impact. All laws are suspended interrupted. Lights strobe gravity fails rotate revolve the earth balanced on a tiny pin set in swirling motion by a force like a beautiful gust blown straight through your hair from the beyond the star-lit aurora borealis horizon of the sea. Her nipples hard. Tug at your exploding crotch.You grab …

Hey Ram: Sanity, Love, Pretty Eyes & a Better Tomorrow

Nov 28 2008 | 5 Comments » | 258 views



The first reaction is an implosion of the senses. The ugliness of the news flash assaults you like a charged bolt of lightning and the fever-pitch commentary fills your head, cramming in like a high tide of so many disjointed fragments. Shock-awe-reality-unreality-fear-disbelief. The calculation is quick, an almost frantic juggling, as your mortal human head reels in the sounds and the images attempting to assimilate them, if not into perspective atleast into a viable emotion. Tears-mad laughter-clutch a fist- kick the pet dog-rant.-sigh. There are times when reality not just outwits that brain of yours but tires the very soul. A strange sickening emotion descends on your being and hardens in your heart. The mind spins in all orbits- tired, failed and drawing blanks. The worst of your 5-paise-worth café-table prophecies have come true and you can’t look …

Un Flic (A Cop): Dirty Mouth don’t care about the Truth but tells Beautiful Lies

Nov 13 2008 | 7 Comments » | 210 views


Chapter 1
The Truth about Bob Dylan

“All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie”

An essential quandary of the world delivered with an impossibly terse memorable elliptical paradoxical swing at the big void that asserts and negates itself at one and the same time.

In other words,

Typical Dylan. (shrugs) He further underscores the impossibility improbability ephemerality of it all by declaring that he’s in love with a woman that don’t even appeal to him.

The song, ‘Things have changed’… a late Dylan classic that he scored for the sensationally whacked-out film ‘Wonder Boys’ for which he was duly acknowledged with an Oscar.

Moving back to ‘Typical Dylan’. What does it mean? What does it stand for? What iz ze significance of Dylan? Is it emblematic? Schematic? Just what in the hell-matic do you mean by ‘Typical Dylan’.

Martin Scorsese …

Down by Law: The Loneliness of Jim Jarmusch

Oct 23 2008 | 18 Comments » | 319 views


Not that it would make any difference. But if only for the sake of morale, you are willing to admit that it’s a welcome shade of orange that breaks east at the horizon of what has been a roughandtumble one hell of fucked up night. A dull weariness works on your bones, your mind swirls in and out of a strange daze that threatens to rot you from within, and frankly, you’d rather come under the wheels of drunk speeding car than run into someone you know. You are caught in the devil’s tangle. So you weren’t such a bad guy but surprise-surprise- the ways of the world are truly strange. No sense breaking your head over it. You bet your very sanity on the cheap bottle of booze which you had the good sense to tuck in. Just park …

Samsara: Boner Nirvana

Aug 30 2008 | 13 Comments » | 176 views


It could have been a simple, minimalistic, resonating fable on the nature of human desire and renunciation, something out of a slightly perverse Jataka Tale (one hidden by a secret society of megalomaniac monks?? The Buddha Code anyone?), with even a smarter-than-your-average animal thrown in for a not-so-subtle-metaphor. But Director Pan Nalin seems more inclined to peddle exotica/erotica than get to the essence of the philosophy he has chosen to explore. Personally, I have no problem with erotica (understatement) but it’s the psuedo-sense of eastern philosophy and mysticism he tries to invoke in this lined-from-end-to-end-with-sledgehammered-metaphor movie that grated my nerves into cheddar towards the later part of the second half.

The movie begins with promise and of course, metaphor. A young monk rises from arduous solitary meditation only to find that he still leaves stains on his robe every night. And thus, he proceeds to unlearn all that he has …

From Beyond: Gods, Monsters and That Sexual Feeling

Jul 16 2008 | 5 Comments » | 369 views


Its running itself

Jeffery Comb playing the poor and unfortunate Crawford Tillinghast channels from the high camp of the horror classics of Hammer, Castle and Whale pedigree as he unleashes a scream of pure terror into Stuart Gordons astutely judged close up.

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Ted Sorrels Dr. Pretorius, grins a malicious grin in reply that only a mind warped beyond depravity will sport with such lan amidst the terrifying chaos of The Resonator- a machine that like so many outcomes of a lifetime spent in trying to play God and challenge nature will only wreck havoc on all who knowingly or unknowingly come into contact.

To a new world of Gods and Monsters

Famous words uttered by Ernst Thesigers Dr. Pretorius toasting his collaboration with Colin Clive’s Henry von Frankenstein in James Whales 1935 subversive sequel Bride of Frankenstein to the original monster classic.

Zabriskie Point: She Looks a River when She Talks of Rain

Jul 02 2008 | 8 Comments » | 363 views


The night before was the one everyone had feared they had coming for quite sometime now. Global warming, atomic holocaust, communal violence, civil strife the reasons had multiplied and there was some awareness and intuitions but nobody wants to the spoil the show when the going’s great. “Look here,” said the clown,” How would you like a hamburger?” The clown isn’t laughing anymore. Maybe it is. You’d never know with the head missing. Blown clean off. As the turbulent night collapses into the unnatural quiet of the new day, the city sees itself for what it has become. It has turned into a bum- a washed out, ramshackle, good-for-nothing. Cars turned upside-down-inside-out, concrete structures gone hollow and charred, garbage everywhere and everything garbage. One figure appears among the desolate, rancid cityscape. Her chic stilettos crunch the broken glass and ruffle the paper and plastic. Whatever is left of the city …

The Ruling Class: Love Freedom Schizophrenia Fear Loathing

Jun 26 2008 | 8 Comments » | 452 views


It was one of those schools that managed to tick about just enough boxes thatll get them a license/grant/sanction to keep the institution running, teachers and staff employed and kids educated enough to sign their names, recite Babes in the Wood’, do the origami, know their Gandhis, Nehrus and noble gases and pass out of the standard 10 with (as the school liked to put it in aptly multi-colored chalk on a blackboard outside the main gate on result day) flying colors. While there were exceptions, the atmosphere was one of general apathy and mutual disinterest and the (these days) much touted, encouraged and brochured student-teacher relationship was more like that of a comatose patient having a sudden cardiac seizure and the middle aged Malayali nurse sitting next to him engrossed in this weeks installation of sordid magazine pulp. …

The Happening: A Place Called Hokum

Jun 13 2008 | 18 Comments » | 420 views


This ones for The Birds, Hitchcocks Daphne Du Maurier adaptation about a svelte blonde terrifically essayed by the directors muse and sometime tempestuous obsession Tippi Hedren who visits a small sealocked town which suddenly finds itself under siege from the local birds who inexplicably go on a blind and murderous rampage. Under its apocalyptic natures fury plot and genre shocks Hitchcock plumbs deep into the female psyche, tense claustrophobic relationships and drew from Freud to lay a sharp context of jealousy, personal conflict and an individual under siege from outward forces that one cannot explain.

So, how Hitchcockian is M. Night Shyamalan, purportedly the Hitchcock of the generation and how much is pure PR drivel? Genre revisionists, unashamedly manipulative, self-styled auteurs who operate in the mainstream, inclined to cameos in their own films, egoists, brandnames end of comparison. Where Hitchcock delights in subverting middle-class values and exploring the concealed or …

Sarkar Raj: Get Him While He’s Down Cause He’s Gonna Come Back with a Magnum and then You Gotta Ask Yourself:’Do I Feel Lucky?’ Well Do Ya, PUNK

Jun 08 2008 | 22 Comments » | 855 views


A typical Ram Gopal Varma interview is always banal. Even as the media taxes its imagination trying to serve it up with choice tabloid bits, it is at best a politically correct, uneventful even lazy drawl lit up only when a glimmer of arrogance slips in or an apology or when he mentions a forthcoming project (another remake of Sholay!). However as opposed to Mahesh Bhatt banality or Karan Johar banality, RGVs tired comments present an enigma. Heres a guy, smarter than the average director, with trademark auteur style- an absolute original, creator of more than a few influential films that ventured into largely untrodden territory to break new ground and a host of interesting flawed works, dream merchant for so many unorthodox faces and talents, still in his middle ages, ballsy beyond doubt and till a while ago, THE name to reckon with as Bollywood enters into a transitory …

Aamir: The City Screams Alone

Jun 06 2008 | 31 Comments » | 620 views


Today there are opportunities for romance for you. You can make career moves that will bring you a much higher income. Youll regret every word you say for some time to come. Obtaining and exchanging information takes on more emotional significance. Dont be emotional; be practical in life.
- Bangalore Times, Finolex Fortune for Libra, May 30, 2008

That evening, after a most regular day, the TV short circuits and burns my whole house down.

Einstein said, God doesnt play dice, rejected the quantum theory and missed out on cracking the BIG question.

Destiny or fate is a very tricky matter. So theres version A of my life lying tucked in moms old cupboard written by a wise old man on a palm pamphlet, seemingly by consulting the stars. Version B is what my placement counselor promises me if I fill a few forms and pass a few exams. Version C is an offer …

Jannat: Indifferent Balls!

May 16 2008 | 16 Comments » | 507 views


If timing was any kind of a horse, this one would be first past the finishing line. There would be no better time for a film like Jannat to hit the screens than now when our nights and evenings are reeling with the spectacle of cricket at its most decadent. To call it rife with possibilities is an understatement. Conceptually, this is a loaded gun. And it arrives with one helluva big bang metaphor. Cricket commentary plays on a radio. Emraan Hashmis voice cuts through asking to cut out the noise and concentrate on the game of cards. Big Badda Boom! Maximum Impact Metaphor! And Kunal Deshmukh makes his debut and he couldnt have gotten a louder coconut to crack.

The people who will be going for a movie like Jannat could be broadly classified as- the Emraans and the non-Emraans. …

Speed Racer: Judge The Candy by The Logo

May 09 2008 | 19 Comments » | 670 views



Volkswagen boy walks out of the apple-red phone booth onto the empty noon road. He rests his elbows by the window of his ride and peruses his hair in the side mirror- James Dean stares back. Satisfied, he winks and then stares at his watch- in a half hour hell be picking up Miss Daisy Daffodil and they have a date at the picture house. He switches on the radio. The Archies are playing on the box.

I only eat Candy- legend has it these words were said by Andy Warhol in a cocky attempt to cover up his own short-comings when dealing with fancy cutlery in an upscale restaurant.

The picture house is showing- Speed Racer. Volkswagen Boy and Miss Daisy Daffodil …

Tashan: Raste Ka Maal and the Cheap Thrill Machine

May 06 2008 | 21 Comments » | 435 views


Just where does the Great Disco Under the Lungi that Krishnan Iyer MA, nariyalpaniwallah sings about in all dhinchak swagger and gibberish aandu-gundu accent exist? How does one decipher the Ku-Ku-Ku-Ku that allegedly exists behind the choli? What branch of physics, meta or otherwise can explain the never-ending ammunition in Chunkey Pandey’s six-shooter as he somersaults into the villain’s den ready to blow the jaan and saans out of anybody who dares mess with him? What strange vibrations connect the heroine’s father’s nazuk dil to the chaukat that diya that goes kaput as soon as the dil collapses under so much dard?

The Vijay Krishna Acharya would like to present a hypothesis via ‘the coefficient of the linear is just a position by the haemoglobin of the atmospheric pressure in the …

Eastern Promises: The Way of the Flesh

Apr 21 2008 | 17 Comments » | 325 views



I. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust the journey of the flesh. If there is indeed a soul or an immortal being it will pass on perhaps into another vessel of flesh, perhaps oblivion. But it is a realm still unknown. What is known is the body and that it will perish and rot. The flesh is a witness and victim of time. It is young and supple at birth. As it ages, it bears the experience of the world- it wrinkles, scars, portions of it drop off, rigor mortis and then dust. Such is the way of the flesh. For all the cosmetics in the world, man is still animal.

II. William S. Burroughs calls it the cellular equation, the insatiable cravings of the flesh that bring out the savage within. David Cronenberg who adapted Burroughs seminal Naked …

Khuda Kay Liye (In The Name of God): A Flight of Reason

Apr 10 2008 | 8 Comments » | 277 views



How do you create division among people? Etch a line with the tip of your shoe in the dust between them and give them opposite sides to belong to. The rift may not be immediate but gradually across time there will be category and classification. There will be further division, conflicting systems of belief and later, fanaticism and dogma. Before long the dust line you drew will be blown away by winds but it doesnt matter, they will probably have barbed wire walls up by then. All history and past will begin at the moment the line was etched. What existed before that is to be disregarded or is in the context of science. Few will talk of unity and a past where all was one. The tragedy of it will be that there will be no one to hear …

Last Life in the Universe: Love and Longing in Dimension Blue

Apr 02 2008 | 16 Comments » | 457 views


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Miles from home, miles to go. Miles spent dozing in uncomfortable recline, in queues, eating out of sterile plastic containers, shuffling among strange faces in strange places, eyes open just till the laptop battery holds through. Continuous transit through a hyperreality where the sun never shines enough to out-bright the plastic white daze of the corridors of passage. Being awake or dreaming is a state of mind. Like jet lag. A strange world where rush hour follows rush hour and then yet another. Hurtled through the gray blur it is possible that one may lose oneself. Dissolve. Blend. Yet another plaster face starring at the signs. Follow the arrow. Up. Down. Left. Right. Newtons Law number one. Miles to go and no time on hand. Walk forward-onward towards the light till the buzzing synthetic halo sucks you in.

And somewhere …

The Proposition: A Weary Traveller Has Blood On His Hands

Mar 22 2008 | 7 Comments » | 94 views


Civilization and progress has its own flotsam-jetsam buried away and forgotten like old Ghost Towns. Hollow mines, empty wells, overgrown graveyards, hotels with broken windows, a junkyard carnival gathering rust and time ending up as faded black and white curios that grace the archives. Or they are woven into the ballad of a weary traveler. Original soldiers of fortune caught in a time of hope and upheaval, who traveled afar in search of opportunity only to be disillusioned, not just by the alien land but by fellow men. It is not the body alone that hangs weary but the spirit of man. Nave adventurous souls battered by savagery and those that survive the battering emerge not just as abominations of humankind but ironically, the pioneers of progress and civilization.

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Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street- Dance Macabre!!!

Mar 11 2008 | 8 Comments » | 297 views


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They were the ones who knew that underneath the decency, the manners, the calm and order of everyday society lurked something diabolical- an ugly past, a fiendish urge, undying grudges and a freaky boilpot of guilt and fear. Hark that thudding heart of the dead, the bottomless hypnotic pit in the eyes of the snake who isnt there, a creeping shadow of whose only footsteps are heard by night and by day all that remains is a trail of innocent and not so innocent blood. Poe, Bierce, Hoffman, Le Fanu, Lovecraft, Stoker and the likes, masters all, they chronicled the deviance and deceit in the darkness and behind closed and respectable doors, doors that opened to hell itself where you may expect to find a bearded red scaled fiend but instead realized that the …

Mithya: You remember that one film with Ranvir and who’s-that-guy???

Feb 09 2008 | 20 Comments » | 208 views


Wow them in the end, is the sage advice screen-writing guru McKee gives Charlie Kaufmann in Adaptation. No matter what, wow them in the end. Reserve your best for the lag end and just before the public is ready to pack up and head home, sock it to them, hook line sinker. Give the crowds something to cheer about, to exult, to weep, to scratch their heads, to linger in as the lights come back on. Give them something that will bring back the last 100 odd minutes in a perspective that is pure head rush.

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With Mithya director Rajat Kapoor gives not one but two absolute wow endings. First, a tantalizing twist, disruptive, abrupt, darkly funny, open for interpretation, pulpy, a turn of pure destiny which would cause Chabrol to smirk approvingly. And then there is the second, absolute antithesis. …

Mirugam (Animal): Land of the Beasts

Jan 30 2008 | 6 Comments » | 179 views


A landscape no man could tame, the geography of natures wrath. Barren miles blasted by sun and lacerated by sandstorms, heathen lands cursed off even the most basic of natures bounties and claimed by the wild. Apocalypse acres where men and beast have perished of thirst and scorch, home to bandits and scorpions, where atoms are split in an experiment in holocaust, where Mad Max and other motorheads scourged and pillaged for petroleum and continued existence, where Riddley Walker came of age.

Survival is in raw instinct. The more animal the better.

Where then is God- the one who blesses and provides? What in the forsaken landscape inspires the idea of divine benevolence? What then is justice? What is morality?

Piercing existential questions chant in the soundtrack as a knife-wielding behemoth of a man gives chase to his heavily pregnant wife in the godforsaken terrain in jealous fury. In grave danger she runs …

Naal Pennungal (Four Women): He Knows What They Are Talking About

Nov 28 2007 | 5 Comments » | 183 views


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JACCUSE,(I Accuse) screamed the old man at the audience exuding an impotent violence as he watched both the world and fate swoop down vulture-like on his hardworking, self-sacrificing daughters plight. It is a scene of tremendous provocation causing the audience, till then sitting comfortably in the auditorium watching Ritwik Ghataks classic ballad of womanhood and sacrifice to reach out for their hearts and souls in panic. A scramble for emotions. An existential dilemma. How human are you? What can you do? There is an overawing claustrophobic misery as the audience comes to terms with its own helplessness. Then on, as the movie proceeds, one either harbors delusions of some kind of hope, nothing short of a miracle or has given in to the inevitable bleakness at the end.

With ‘Naal Pennungal’(Four Women) only his eleventh feature film in a career …

Performance: The Movie That Exploded

Nov 21 2007 | 5 Comments » | 331 views


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A grenade tossed into the sherry party of English fiction
- sci-fi messiah J.G. Ballard on William Burroughs Naked Lunch

Maybe we should call Dr. Burroughs
- Performance (1970)

Naked Lunch:———- arch anarchist William Burroughs depraved junkie howl from the land of the damned. A miserable soul- senses deranged, displaced, screaming obscenities as he sets a monkey-wrench to the very foundations of modern society. Mocking social reality with the glee of a naked perverse madman. The personal hell of a modern outlaw. Winston Smith with Klashnikov in hand and junk in the blood stream up at arms against an unknown fascism. Big Brother dressed up marquee style, flashing his grin from fifteen feet high canvas informing that you could be so suave, so popular, so hip if only you could buy that one brand of bathroom soap. How about a car? Then a fairness cream …

Eating Raoul: Dirty Pleasure, Rhymes with ‘Journo’, Begins with ‘P’

Nov 14 2007 | 2 Comments » | 212 views


One had a lanky blonde young guy suffering from a sudden bout of asthmatic asphyxiation during an early morning jog being let in by a lonely house wife. Then there was a particularly supercharged episode of a couple of female CEOs of global conglomerates who run into each other in a ladies room. The more adventurous one had intrepid travelers off into the deepest jungles of the Amazon, the red plains of Mars or the castles of gothic Transylvania. The most common of all, which deserves a sub-genre of its own, is the utility and services sector- the nurses, bell boys, waiters, cops, maids, pizza delivery boys, plumbers, telephone repairmen, piano teachers, psychiatrists etc.

As the awkward tableaus of common-place are staged, one is aware that the suburban/corporate/intergalactic reality is having a febrile slip into fantasy. The cardinal rule is, after all, it must end in sex- one-on-one, orgies, …

Eyes Without a Face: Horror of Sadness, of Pain

Nov 02 2007 | 2 Comments » | 183 views


Director Georges Franju casts his seminal 1960 horror classic Eyes without a Face in the fear of frailty. The fear that grips you when you accidentally bump into a rare Ming vase of extraordinary beauty and value, the string of images flashing through your head as the vase wobbles threatening any moment to be reduced to nothingness, to blank out a moment of history and beauty, the implications of a single moment of heedlessness. There is uncommon exquisiteness in every frame of the movie eschewing the shock value norms of horror but present throughout are lurking undercurrents of terrifying violence. Nothing good will ever come of it. The brittle and the delicate will shatter and bleed. The horror of it all

The movie begins starts on an ambiguous note as the camera passes across unending rows of trees planted on the corners of the roads while a strangely innocuous tune plays …

No Smoking: Holy Smokin Kafka!!!

Oct 26 2007 | 17 Comments » | 387 views


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Reality. Is it the material of the senses? Then what about the sub-conscience, the soul, the cryptic patterns of the sensory world locked deep inside that dictate the manner in which one experiences the world around. One mans darkness is anothers light. Then what infact does one call it- darkness or light? What is reality then? The senses, the soul or somewhere in the sum total of it all.

Anurag Kashyaps enigmatic mindbender No Smoking opens with a panorama of an icy blue where the endless horizon blurs the difference between the earth and the sky. A telephone rings and protagonist K awakens to answer a phone call from his wife. Hes in a decrepit wooden cabin with a bottle of vodka and a flickering TV alternating between static and news. The newsreader on the television has her lips pursed …

Laaga Chunari Mein Daag: Brought to you by

Oct 20 2007 | 18 Comments » | 247 views


Just what is the point of it all.

When veteran ad film and music video director Pradeep Sarkar made his foray into Bollywood with ‘Parineeta’ the words that found itself being repeated in every review were ‘auspicious debut’ and there was no doubt about it. But sophomore slump afflicts Sarkar in ‘Laaga Chunari Main Daag’ and most inauspiciously. It was a film that should never have been made. And even when it has been made, throughout the span of the narrative keeps negating itself as if leading into a black hole governed by the principles of logic that function in a Balaji Teleserial.

The start is symptomatic of what is to follow but hardly an indication of the travesty. Sarkar opens with austere frames of Benares and before one can say ‘Bubbly’, slips on a banana peel into a bubblier-than-bubbly, bouncier-than-bouncy, unbearably psuedo-sacchrine song the camera rushing through lil lanes. Howzzat!

The …

Five Easy Pieces: Chronicle of A Discontent

Oct 19 2007 | 2 Comments » | 746 views


The last day of school. Alice Coopers trashy anthem Schools out sets rhythm and vibe for the juvenile anarchy played out in what would otherwise be corridors of strict rules and discipline. Notebook confetti and thumping jubilation fill the air as students ransack their private lockers. One locker door pops open to reveal a cut out of Jack Nicholson grinning his trademark wild wolf grin. Etched below, with much passion, is the word REBEL.

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The film is Richard Linklaters seminal classic Dazed and Confused. Set in the 70s, a nostalgic and uber-hip chronicle of the auteurs days of being carefree and wild, the film was part two of Linklaters continuing efforts to define his generation- the one that came in a little too late for the great sixties lovefest, the one that got caught up in the ebb of the magnificent …