The rush of blood to the head. The tingle in the spine as Rocky Balboa locks his eyes squarely with James ‘Clubber’ Lang in Sylvester after fighting his demons and running through walls of fear to the tune of Gonna Fly Now and Survivor’s smash hit Eye of The Tiger. And the lines. Apollo Creed […]
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Author: Reema Moudgil
The End Of Simplicity..
After years of search on YouTube, I finally stumbled upon Farmaan, a Doordarshan serial directed by Lekh Tandon. Based on the Urdu book Alampanah by Rafia Amin, the serial starring Kanwaljit Singh and Deepika Deshpande was a restless memory that even two decades could not erase. And for good reason. The story telling was honest to […]
AK Hangal : The Genial Memory Maker
One of my favourite AK Hangal performances is that of a smiling, chess obsessed patriarch in Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s Guddi. He has a little room to himself at the entrance of the home that he shares with his son, his daughter-in-law and a teenaged daughter played by Jaya Bhaduri. All the old man lives for is a […]
Why Fear Is Not The Answer…
(Pic courtesy sify.com) A few months ago, on a Facebook thread, I read a few comments against North-Eastern women, about North-Eastern people and their irrelevance to India, to a city like Bangalore. I was teaching at that time in a college and many of my students were North-Eastern, some of whom had already shared […]
Tribute: Masters Of Light
What does a cinematographer or a photographer do that we can’t? Well, he reinterprets the world through his gaze, recreates it, focusses on moments that say, “Watch this. This is important. Beautiful. Relevant,” bleaches a frame of colour or suffuses it with rainbows. Catches butterflies. Dewdrops. Rain streaks across a window pane. Faces with all […]
Violence: Reel Vs Real
Fame can be a compelling thing. To Die For, a 1995 Gus Van Sant film, inspired by one Pamela Smart (accused of instigating her husband’s murder), was really a comment on America’s bottomless appetite for televised fame or notoriety. To be remembered for something, anything is one of the prime human impulses today. Ever wondered […]
Mary Kometh
From a helpless young girl being pawed by a pack of hounds in Guwahati, the media focus has shifted now to a sinewy Manipuri woman punching her way to international attention. Some shift. I wonder how the powerful women competing in the Olympics come across to the moral sainiks. Women swimmers, gymnasts, weight lifters, […]
The Anatomy Of Assault
I haven’t watched Homi Adajania’s Cocktail but from what I hear, it achieves something no different from the message sent by goons of the so called Hindu Janajagrana Vedike on Saturday who raided a resort in Padil, and thrashed and slapped girls for partying in “indecent clothes” and consuming, alcohol. Deepika Padukone’s Veronica was not thrashed […]
The Dark Knight Within
Just before The Dark Knight Rises began, my mind wandered off to evil. And its randomness. And its twisted sense of purpose. The Colorado shooting during the screening of the film that took 12 lives. The depraved pawing and mauling of a young girl in Guwahati. The molestation of another girl in front of a train […]
Rajesh Khanna: 20 Musical Memories
We celebrate Rajesh Khanna with 20 of his most memorable songs that sum up his charisma, his magic, his unsung range and his indelible impact on the vocabulary of cinematic romance. This is by no means a definitive list (and is in no particular order) or the most comprehensive but tries to capture some moments […]
The Field Beyond Right And Wrong
Love. Who believes in it? Show of hands please? I believe it when I see it for real. In lives like Imroz and Amrita. Nargis and Sunil Dutt. Patrick Swayze and Lisa Niemi. Agassi and Graf. At a certain age, love was cinema, literature, music and what they tapped into. The raw material of hope, […]
Dara Singh: The Last Action Hero
My first memory of Dara Singh is in the 70’s film Bhagat Dhanna Jatt, that I watched in Chandigarh’s Piccadily cinema hall with my parents on a night when we had nothing to do. My dad was not fastidious about films. If he wanted to see one, he found one playing near a theatre near him. […]