Life is a great teacher, a master. And so are film festivals. 100 years of Indian cinema and 62 years after India organized its very first international film festival, yours truly finally got an opportunity to attend his very first film festival in its entirety (yep, he’s attended some before but never in their entirety … Continue reading
Technology, Performance, Metaphor and the Monomyth in Gravity Who teaches a baby how to walk? Nature, God, parents? But metaphorically speaking, who teaches a broken, down-in-the-dumps adult how to ‘walk’? Can one even teach such a thing? Director Alfonso Cuarón just did that with his space truckin’, metaphor infested, gravity-defying thriller Gravity. He even goes … Continue reading
Master! What is The Master? The craft of Paul Thomas Anderson’s (PTA) The Master will trigger your deep, hidden emotions to surface as incomplete catharsis. Just when you think you’ve got your closure, the experience ditches you midway, inertia sets in, and the process starts all over again. It’s akin to quenching your thirst only … Continue reading
Let’s continue where we left. Finally, Lincoln and Zero Dark Thirty made it to Indian shores—just in time before the Oscars. Was it worth the wait? Read on. Also featuring Tarantino’s Django Unchained. Don’t ya miss it. But please, don’t do the mistake I did: watching it back-to-back after Lincoln. Why? I’ll let you figure … Continue reading
Much like the current Indian fiscal year that started in 2012 and ends in 2013, my cinematic fiscal (assuming cinema viewing generates blissful revenue that feeds the soul) started in 2012 and continues to have its run in 2013. Huge credit for it goes to 2012 year-end Hollywood releases that are yet to see the … Continue reading
Play it Again, Sam! When the Aston Martin DB5 finally keeps its date with James Bond, the audience gasps and sighs, followed by hoots, claps and whistles louder than the ones Bond was welcomed with in the opening sequence of Skyfall. A clear indication of the audience’s relief and excitement to finally see yet another … Continue reading
Will The Real Woody Please Stand Up Not so long ago, a strange, corrupted, translated, and least of all chauvinist, version of a Tamil proverb, splashed in bright graffiti on the back seat of an auto rickshaw, stared me in the face: Continue reading
