Even Yash Raj Films can't ignore: you can make anything look hot so long as it features Kaif's flat-like-a-cricket-pitch torso.
Catching Fire is a powerful, evocative movie that does what any good sci-fi movie set in a dystopia should do.
Boys, whether you’re in Bollywood or not, if you’re reading this, don’t let the end of Movember deter you from rocking that facial hair.
So here’s to Madhuri, and here’s to Dedh Ishqiya. May it make more money than the amount predicted by its marketing bachchas and allow her, and others like her, to take more risks.
With channels like Premiere and shows like 24, I see something that was till now hidden behind the heavily brocaded-sarees and loud makeup of our saas-bahu brigade – a glimmer of hope for TV.
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Our Bollywood songs, such as the new Tattad Tattad, now rely on names that court ludicrousness and steps that are just our morning routine repeated 20 times. It’s easy to assume what the future holds.
Skyler is hated because she is decidedly gray and usually, in both society and pop culture, there is no room for moral ambiguity in women.
Pretty soon, stars will do guest appearances in the Parliament and smartly get caught in scams worth a squillion rupees a week before their film’s release, but that is only until they take over the government itself and decree that everyone will have to watch ALL movies.
The girl is only trying to fit in with her peers and if she collaborates with N’Sync’s second re-union performance and emerges out of a giant lollipop stark naked, don’t be surprised. I know I won’t.
There were definitely more that stood out, like Manish Malhotra’s simple ethnics, Sabyasachi’s ornate interpretation of the “royal” theme, Karishma Jamwal’s bohemian rhapsody, Bisou Bisou’s leather and peplum. Overall, this Fashion Week had more hits than misses.
Let’s hope this helps them understand that a buyer is unlikely to buy something that will be tough to sell to a consumer.
As aam aadmi, I don’t understand Kat’s reaction at all. The paparazzi culture, which is so rampant in the West, is as active in India as Manmohan Singh’s speechwriter.
I may have to go swallow some Kafka and Faulkner after this column to feel smart again, but at least I know that I have done my Patient Zero duty in spreading the Lungi Dance virus.
There’s a market for erotic movies, but in an industry where women struggle every day to be more than just wallpaper, do we need more "actors" trying to make it on the basis of how much butt-crack they’re willing to show?
I can’t help but wonder what would happen in a similar situation involving a local celebrity. In India, drug addiction in celebs is kept under such wraps it’s practically a mummy.
Today, on the momentous occasion of her 30th birthday, I have decided to take a page out of Glee (RIP Finn Hudson) and pretend to be her guidance counselor. Because it’s never too late for some good old-fashioned career advice.