Friday, February 12, 2016
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
The film was Aranyer Dinratri and I was gobsmacked to find that the director was a gentleman I was very familiar with. He wrote the Feluda novels... and now it turned out that he had directed a few films in his spare time!
This serendipitous discovery started with me memorising the thirteen names in the Memory Game that evening and ended up being the most rewarding part of my movie-watching life.
A few days back, we went to see an animated film on Asterix and somewhere in between the film, my son realised that there was a stack of books on the top shelf of my bookcase have these strange characters with winged helmets and striped swimsuit-like clothes. "You mean, there is a book on this movie? Like Harry Potter?"
So after watching the film, my son has started reading Asterix comics. And now we have to contend with "Ahahahaha, the ironsmith is called Fulliautomatix... Fully. Automatic. Geddit?" every now and then.
If wasting one Sunday afternoon siesta of mine can end with a lifelong addiction to the crazy Gauls for him, I'd call it a fair trade.
Why did I recount the first story? Just.
Why did I recount these two random things in a 'review' of a film? Just.
Sunday, February 07, 2016
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
A small but critical relationship in the film was the one between Durga and Indir Thakurun, the aunt-niece bond leading them to close ranks whenever either of them landed in any kind of problem. The 'villain' of this piece was Sarbajaya, whose maternal instincts often overruled any civility that she could have offered her sister-in-law. In such a context, it is particularly distressing that it was Durga who discovered her aunt's dead body and the sickening thud with which Indir's body falls is a devastating end to the relationship.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Zanjeer meets Khoon Bhari Maang meets Ambe Maa Blood Bank is Quentin Tarantino's supposed masterpiece, double-billed, celluloid classic - Kill Bill Vol 1.
I have heard people go into paroxysms of delight merely on hearing Tarantino's name and indeed, he has some excellent films to his credit but sadly, I cannot add Kill Bill Vol 1 to it. Since the story is something we grew up with (in India), the choreographed violence or the occasional gimmick (a graphic novel animation style to describe one story segment) was just not enough to keep me awake and alert till the end. I watched only because I had to count one up on the #100MoviePact.
The last line is a big kicker, nicely announcing the Vol 2, but that was too little, too late for me.
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Sunday, January 03, 2016
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