I remember coming across a billboard during one of my road trips which had “Sex,” in big bold letters, written all over it. However, the sentence that followed read, “Now, that we have your attention, let us remind you about the polio drive!” Clearly, the advertiser knew that the S word would guarantee a lot […]
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The Cult Of Filth?
“The film is strictly for adults,” said Aamir Khan in what looked like a mix between a Tata Sky ad and an anti-smoking campaign as the three actors of Delhi Belly teased him about ruining his own reputation. While MBA students are running after him to learn marketing tips, filmwallahs are scratching their heads, trying to figure […]
S#!t Happens And How
Just when you thought, the past was dead, it comes alive in the opening scene of Delhi Belly. A plane lands and we see a man striding to the tune of an RD Burman track from Hum Kissi Se Kam Nahin. We remember the way we were once. But then the man walking to the groovy beat turns out to be not […]
The End Of Innocence
It began with Emosanal Attyachar. When I watched Dev D a few years ago, I felt as if my insides had been churned and that Sarat Chandra Chatterjee had died once again. There was nothing wrong cinematically with the film. The first half was visceral and brutally honest about the messy, inner universe of love. The lust, the anger, the impulsive severings that […]