If you've watched the show, then you know why Khan doesn’t go for interviews. Twelve hours later, I’m still trying to make sense of what he said.
It'll take more than one disaster before I wash my hands of Dhulia. Let's just call this one a small mistake and wait for his next great film.
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.
Every evening, I watch a 30-something, good looking, educated, financially independent woman from one of India’s premier film families get screamed at, physically shoved and essentially abused by a 40-something man who is also financially stable and from one of India’s film families.
Do you love lots of vintage Sunny Deol shouting? Do you love watching actors get kicked, thrashed and killed in increasingly ridiculous ways? If so then Singh Saab the Great is the movie for YOU!
Whether Gori Tere Pyaar Mein is accepted by audiences remains to be seen, but to me, it is the final nail in the coffin of the legend of the chocolate boy hero in Bollywood, especially if he’s being played by Imran.
A lot has been already said about Ram-Leela. Not much has been said, however, of the brazen sexuality oozing out of the movie, like (very colourful!) pus out of a festering wound.
Romance, humor, action, drama - there's a lot of everything in Sanjay Leela Bhansali’s Ram Leela, almost to a fault.
If Aamir Khan really wants to play a cricketer, maybe he could play Kambli. With him, Aamir can do what he wants. Nobody will whine.
With Sofia Hayat, I think they were trying to find her co-host for the next season of Superdude, who no doubt is going to be a Bigg Boss Saath 7 contestant.
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.
If Thor, with all his might, banged his hammer on my nether regions, the pain would still be mild compared to the cataclysmic, apocalyptic agony of watching Satya 2.
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.
Only one episode of Bigg Boss is enough to give us ten valuable life lessons in How To Get Filthy Famous In Rising Reality Television Programming. We must thank Andy, Tanissha, Armaan Kohli and even Kushal Tandon in absentia.
The film is just a filmmaker calling you a moron for two and a half hours.
The wild card entry in Bigg Boss is a Golden Retriever. Where is Maneka Gandhi when you need her? At least the humans choose to be on the reality show. What crime did the poor dog commit to be locked up with a bunch of dysfunctional celebrity-hungry reality show contestants?
I’m now going to say what everyone has thought – Krrish 3 is what you get when you try to turn Kangana Ranaut’s accent into a movie.
With Shah Rukh, it came across as betrayal. Like kids waking up one fine morning only to discover they were, in fact, adopted. Collective chants of et tu, Shah Rukh, if you will.
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Going by current trends of choosing the best film to emerge out of India, I am certain that Supermodel will be India’s entry to the Oscars next year. You don’t want to miss out.
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.
Debutant filmmaker Ashish Shukla and (relative) newbie screenwriter Sumit Saxena have lots of cool ideas and they don’t want to take the commercial route – on that front, Prague is a neat little experiment.
Happiness is relative and nostalgia is a drug – both these themes jimmy in and out of every scene in The Lunchbox. Yet the direction is so slight, the film barely even registers as a film.
And now, I will let you in on a little secret - if you watch Shuddh Desi Romance backwards, you’ll see what director Maneesh Sharma has cleverly hidden in his Indian Born Confused Desi romantic hodgepodge of a movie: the obituary of the Bollywood hero.
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.
We have all been in his situation, newly out of adolescence, eager to be adults and utterly bungling when it comes to love and it’s damn good to see ourselves portrayed so vividly on the big screen. Kudos, Messrs Sahni and Sharma.
Those who counter Zanjeer's lack of intelligence with the ready advice of, "Hey it’s a masala movie so turn off your brain and enjoy", but I don’t have a switch to just turn my brain off. If I did, maybe I’d be make a film like Zanjeer instead of writing about it.
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.
The kids are not alright. The Indian version of Junior Masterchef seems to think a cooking show isn't successful till the children have cried their eyes out.