Amole Gupte’s voice is a surge of warmth across the telephone line. “Reema..Reema..Reema,” he goes, summing up what he feels about his film’s review on this site. It is hard to sum up Gupte’s essence in a phrase, especially if it is a catchphrase. He is not this or that and he paraphrases a MS Sathyu film to say,” Kahan Kahan Se Guzre Hain, […]
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A Dabba For Every Stanley
After watching Amole Gupte’s Stanley Ka Dabba, you grasp one thing with absolute clarity. That Taare Zameen Par may have had Aamir Khan’s name but it had Gupte’s soul. It was Gupte’s intuitive empathy for a child’s world view, his understanding of what pains a child, what makes him smile and, his ability to disappear into a child’s tender, sunlit soul that made Taare […]
Beautiful And Tepid
A train steaming desolately into the night. Carrying animals and humans, both equally desperate. Packed into cages, visible and invisible. The misery and the pain that creates the illusion of an “extravagant extravaganza” under the milky Big Top. A circus of miraculous animals who may be angry or hungry, clowns and performers who may have nothing to smile about, a shining showstopper leading a horse who may […]
The Man of Nuances
Kathryn Shattuck, a writer with The New York Times describes Irrfan Khan’s widely acclaimed appearance in the HBO series In Treatment thus, “Mr Khan, familiar in this country from the movies The Namesake and Slumdog Millionaire, and something of an idol in his own, has applied his soulful gaze and talent for nuance to the role […]
Feeding The Fame Goddess
Recently a small box in an entertainment supplement of a leading newspaper, claimed that actress Rani Mukherjee would be honoured with the Dada Saheb Phalke Award. Rani reportedly said, “I’m happy that people have loved my film (No One Killed Jessica) and my work. I have always let my work do the talking and I guess I have proved to […]
I Am Not Invisible…
In the 1950s, Ralph Ellison wrote a novel called Invisible Man about the existential invisibility of African Americans and how the ‘other half’ simply did not see them. Their stories did not matter because no one acknowledged them as real. Among many other unforgettable lines, were these, “I am invisible, simply because people refuse to see me. You often doubt if you really […]
Styled To Death
Ramesh Sippy’s cinema. Hema Malini’s Geeta grinning with happy malice atop a ceiling fan. Sanjeev Kumar shooting at the handcuff linking Jai and Veeru during a train robbery. Shakaal grimacing in a surreal den. Dum Maro Dum‘s opening credits recall some of these moments and the one thing you understand as the film unfolds is this. That some of the biggest hits in […]
I AM ONIR…
Anirban Dhar or Onir, as we know him now, makes disconcerting films that disturb the equanimity with which Hindi cinema is watched. They ask questions not all of us are willing to face or answer. The abiding sense of isolation running through his work is not romantic or self-indulgent. It instead takes us into the heart and mind of an ostracised AIDS patient in My Brother Nikhil… This was a film that […]
Deep but sluggish
The poster for Memories in March read – “separated by memories… united by grief”. For little over 100 minutes of this Sanjoy Nag film, we see reflections of life refracted through the memories of Arati (Dipti Naval) who has lost Sid, her only son in a tragic accident, Sahana (Raima Sen) who was in one-sided love with Sid and a male colleague […]
From Dirt To Water
Gore Verbinski’s Rango is bit like Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. A story about a quest and coming home to ourselves and all that matters to us. There is the desert and the thirst but we will come to those later. The film begins at a point we all can recognise. A point where too afraid or too complacent to leave our terrariums, we play act […]
Adjusting Fate
Okay, so what if that bus you missed or had to board, the detour you were forced into, the cup of tea that you spilled, the stranger you kept running into or the familiar face you kept running away from were all part of a big plan? What if, nothing was an accident? What if that […]
Remembering Nazia Hassan
This April, Nazia Hassan would have been 46 years old and I am suddenly wistful for a wonderful summer in Dalhousie when I first heard her sing. It was around 1981 and my nani, addicted to Pakistani soaps like Ankahi had really no patience for Doordarshan but even she had to sit and watch when a Pakistani teenager, wearing […]