Logan : The Review.

Logan is to the X-Men film franchise, what the “The Dark Knight” is to the Batman films. James Mangold has an impressive resume already and he has delivered a Marvel movie which doesn’t look or feel like a Marvel movie and this film without doubt would definitely be counted amongst his best works. I would go so far as to say that this has to be the best X-Men movie to ever hit the screens, in fact it is one of the best superhero movies ever made, indeed.
It’s a welcome change from the mind numbing CGI action mayhem that has been fed to us of late by Marvel and DC. Of course this movie features some of the bloodiest and most gruesome action sequences I have ever seen in any superhero film but it plays out like a gritty action drama and not once do you feel that it’s an X-Men franchise film that you’re watching, well I may have exaggerated a bit there, but you’ll know what I meant when you go watch the film, yourself.

Logan is disturbing, dark and brooding not just for the sake of it and is a classic example of what good writing and visionary filmmaking can do to the most exhausted of themes. Mangold engages the viewer successfully and has managed to connect to an audience outside the cult fan base for the X-Men franchise here, I felt. There are quite a few lighter moments too which doesn’t feel forced at all and here again the credit goes to the writing.
Hugh Jackman plays “Old Man Logan” to the T while Patrick Stewart gets to play a Professor X who’s quite out of character, pun intended. The film does feature child artists in some extremely violent scenes and I wouldn’t be surprised if it does raise a few eyebrows, but why should movies be any different in a world where children are bombed in their homes and wash up ashore lifeless. I couldn’t help wondering if Mangold was silently delivering a message too with this film, presenting a “dystopian” future not too far ahead of our times, telling us where we are headed. The self driving trucks were the most obvious of indicators of how close we are to Logan’s world, at least to me.#logan

Split : The Review.

Manoj Night Shyamalan is back to doing what he does best in Split.He gave us a glimpse of the Shyamalan of yore in The Visit and here he assures us that he has got his groove back. Made on a budget of 9 million USD, Split has already raked in ten times that figure. The Visit was noticed for the fact that it cost 5 million and earned almost a 100 million at the box office. Has to be the Indian in him,i‘m tempted to say, considering the fact that his country of origin recently managed to launch a space probe successfully,to orbit the Mars on a budget lesser than what Hollywood spent on a movie set in space. It’s also a fact that the writer-director faltered more than once when he worked on bigger budgets.
The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable and Signs had established Shyamalan as a thinking man’s filmmaker but the mediocre stuff that he churned out for almost a decade and half since those films gave us an impression that the critics who were only too eager to write him off had a point indeed. Shylamalan finally has let his craft do the talking, proving his detractors wrong , with Split. While this film may not entirely win over his critics, it will definitely wake them up to the fact that the man hasn’t lost his touch entirely.

James McAvoy owns the screen in this film about a man with 23 personalities and the only two other actors who gets to share screen space with him, almost make up the entire cast of the film. Betty Buckley and Anya Taylor-Joy, who it seems is turning into permanent fixture in anything horror deliver gripping performances too. The tension and suspense that Shyamalan builds in a simple therapy session scene is worthy of Hitchcock, I would say and Shyamalan does indulge in his fascination with the supernatural, to a limited extent,here too. At a time when every other movie is about a Marvel or DC superhero and their “Universe”, Shyamalan hints at building his own universe in Split.Before Sam Raimi and Nolan kicked off the superhero origin story trend, it was indeed Shyamalan who gave us the thinking man’s superhero with Unbreakable, I think. And it’s anyones guess why Bruce Willis is a frequent collaborator, Shyamalan was 18 when Die Hard was released.

Dangal : The Review.

Game over Hollywood,authentic,rousing sports movies are no longer just your forte, there is a new contender in the ring, so to speak.I’d decided that i wouldn’t write anything about this film even before i watched it simply because as a viewer you know already that Aamir Khan wouldn’t disappoint you ,being the perfectionist he is and to even try and dissect a movie with those kind of standards would be something that’s beyond me.I honestly can’t recall the last time when an Aamir Khan movie turned out to be a disappointment.But now that I’ve watched the film, i have to share my thoughts on this movie.There it seems ,is no other go.

Sports to us is mostly just cricket and with the kind of space and encouragement rest of the sports gets in the country, its hardly any surprise that we don’t have many genuine sports movies either,except for a Chak De or a Bhaag Milkha or a Lagaan ,to an extent.This Aamir Khan movie where he delivers the restrained performance the character demands to the T, is not just about him and every character you see on screen leaves an impression on you, in fact Aamir Khan is absent from the frame in the most riveting moments of the film.If the child actors carry the film in the first half not just with their charm but with the sheer physicality of their roles, the older girls deliver an endearing performance in the second half.Yes, there are the customary song and dance sequences that Bollywood can’t live without but trust me once the film is done with you, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The film has two Commonwealth wrestling bout sequences and these scenes are so perfectly choreographed, shot and performed that the viewers end up forgetting for those last thirty minutes that its a movie and not the actual Commonwealth wrestling match of 2012 thats unfolding before them.The scenes are truly world class and i can’t think of a movie from any other part of the world where a contact sporting event was so authentically filmed.Dangal’s wrestling sequences are in the same league of perfection as the F1 racing scenes in Rush.It is a highly fictionalized account of the true story and cinematic liberties have been taken, obviously but this movie is indeed a milestone and it does justice to story of the struggle and triumph of the Phogats.The first thing i did after the movie was to lookup Geeta Phogat’s 2012 Commonwealth wrestling match on YouTube and I know I’m not the only one who must’ve done that. #Dangal

Just Stand Up Already.

Us Indians have been conditioned to listen,not listened to ,all through our formative years.From parents to teachers to elders to peers, we constantly learned what we were supposed to do in what ultimately turned out to be an eternal quest for “what’s best for you” and we were only too happy to oblige too.In fact most of us are thankful for all that.There’s no telling where we would have ended up if it wasn’t for that timely rap on the knuckles.You did not choose the school you went to, you never got to pick the subjects that you were taught and there were occasions even where we were told who to be friends with.
We took this conditioning with us beyond our years of growth physically, when we set out on our own into the big bad world.Even when it comes to decisions like marriages a total stranger doing the kind of calculations on a wooden board that would have left George Boole perplexed, tells us if its a make or a break.Basically you have the whole system telling you what’s best for you,round the clock.Even better, by now you know what’s best for your family and your friends too.Yes you’re already passing around the mantle that was passed on to you recently.

This is why i fail to understand why some of us shift uncomfortably in our chairs when we are told that we are required to stand up when the national anthem is played in the movie halls.You are only being asked to do what you’ve done all throughout your life, doing as you’re told that is.Yes ,you’re absolutely obliged to prove your love for the country to every other person who’s in there with you.Its not up to you to ask if the anthem is played every time a cabinet of ministers or a court of law is in session.All you need to be is that brick in the wall.Thats your sole purpose in life.So quit acting as if you just got off a Volkswagen Type 2 on you way back home from Woodstock and just go ahead and stand up wherever you are asked to, already.

Aey Dil Hai Mushkil: Not a Review.

This is not a review simply because I haven’t watched the movie ADHM yet, for various reasons, but the fact that i love to hate Karan Johar like a fair number of my compatriots out there is not one of them. Karan Johar movies do not excite me anymore. They are the Bollywood versions of the Terminator series these days I’d say, at least to me.

I have my own reasons for “hating” him, i have never quite gotten over what he did to me back in 1998 with KKHH to start with, thats Kuch Kuch Hota Hai by the way for those who came in late. I was leaving school and ready to join a college when he simply did me in with this story about one guy and two girls where the guy has a hard time choosing one as a friend and the other as a lover and ends up marrying one after the other too. And when you watch this movie in a packed hall with people your age, there are greater chances of ending up with dreams about life in college and I’m not even going to start about how that one turned out now. ‘Tum “Pass” Aaye’ as it turned out was all about an ordeal between me and the University, literally.

Johar was still not done with me, I realized when he returned with Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gam. K3G they called it, yeah I admit that’s when I started seeing Kareena in a different light, if you know what I’m talking about. The heavy dose of melodrama did not deter a part of me from seeing myself jumping out of a chopper and running home, in the near future. These thoughts may not come to you if you were watching these movies in other parts of Kerala, for me it always had to be a full house Sreepadmanabha in Trivandrum, Crown in Calicut also has those vibes I’d say. K3G was the last KJo movie that i watched in a theater but the Karan Johar school of filmmaking was always lurking around the corner with the most alluring of tales.
I came closest to being taken on a ride again with Kal Ho Na Ho, to the point where his camp almost had me convinced that chronic heart disease is what it takes to find a girl ,no wait a minute, two of them. That’s where this story ends for me and the Karan Johar phenomenon at the box office too I’d say.

His movies grew older just the way I did, rather they matured in the themes they handled though I wouldn’t say the same about myself, not in the conventional sense of the term. The trend is evident, from Kuch Kuch Hota Hain to Kabhi Alvida to Aey Dil. I understand that he tried his tricks again with the adolescents of this generation in Student of the Year but I’m not sure how many of them did he successfully manage to dupe this time around. Kids these days are smarter, I guess or should i say not as dumb as I was. And what’s a Karan Johar movie worth at the end of the day if it doesn’t have SRK spreading his arms out in it.

เด•เต‡เดŸเตเดŸเดฑเดฟเดตเดฟเดจเต‡เด•เตเด•เดพเตพ เดตเดฒเตเดคเดพเดฃเต เดฎเตเดฐเตเด—เตป เดŽเดจเตเดจ เดธเดคเตเดฏเด‚.เดธเดคเตเดฏเด‚.

เด‡เดคเต เดตเดฐเต† เด’เดฐเต เดฎเดฒเดฏเดพเดณเด‚ เดธเดฟเดจเดฟเดฎเด•เตเด•เตเด‚ เด•เดพเดฃเดพเดคเตเดค เด…เดกเตเดตเดพเตปเดธเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เด“เดชเตเดชเดฃเดฟเด™เต เด†เดฏเดฟเดฐเตเดจเตเดจเต เดชเตเดฒเดฟเดฎเตเดฐเตเด•เดจเตเดฑเต‡เดคเต ,เดจเดตเด‚เดฌเตผ 3rd เดฑเดฟเดฒเต€เดธเต เดกเต‡เดฑเตเดฑเต เด‰เดณเตเดณ เดชเดŸเดคเตเดคเดฟเดจเต เด’เด•เตเดŸเต‹เดฌเตผ 16เดจเต เดจเต‹เดตเต‹ เดธเดฟเดจเดฟเดฎเดพเดธเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เดคเตเดŸเด™เตเด™เดฟ.เดธเดพเดงเดพเดฐเดฃ เดตเต€เด•เตเด•เต†เตปเดกเต เดฎเดพเดคเตเดฐเด‚ เดธเดฟเดจเดฟเดฎเดฏเตเด•เตเด•เต เดชเต‹เด•เตเดจเตเดจ เด•เตŠเดฃเตเดŸเต เดตเตเดฏเดพเดดเดพเดšเตเดšเดฏเต‹ เด…เดคเต‹ เดตเต†เดณเตเดณเดฟเดฏเดพเดดเตเดšเตเดš เดฐเดพเดตเดฟเดฒเต†เดฏเต‹ เด†เดฃเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดจเตเดจเดคเต.เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเดพเดคเตเดค เด…เดตเดธเตเดฅ เด‰เดฃเตเดŸเดพเดฏเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดฒเตเดฒ.เดชเตเดฐเต‡เดฎเดคเตเดคเดฟเดจเด‰เด‚ เด•เดฌเดพเดฒเดฟเด•เตเด•เตเด‚ เดชเต‹เดฒเตเด‚ เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดฆเดฟเดตเดธเด‚ เดฎเตเดจเตเดจเต†เดฏเดพเดฃเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตโ€Œเดคเดคเตโ€Œ.
เด’เดชเตเดชเด‚ เด•เดฃเตเดŸเดคเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต† เดนเดพเด™เตเด™เต‹เดตเดฑเดฟเตฝ เด†เดฏเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดชเต‹เดฒเตเด‚ เด‡เดŸเดฏเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเดฟเดฒ เดตเดฟเดฎเตผเดถเด•เดฐเต† “เดซเดพเตปเดธเตโ€Œ ” เด“เตบเดฒเตˆเตป เด•เตˆเด•เดพเดฐเตเดฏเด‚ เดšเต†เดฏเตโ€Œเดค เดฐเต€เดคเดฟเดฏเตเด‚ เดชเดฟเดจเตเดจเต† เด‡เดตเดฎเตเดฎเดพเดฐเตเดŸเต† เด’เด•เตเด•เต† เดฎเดพเดคเตเดฐเด‚ เด†เดฃเต เดฎเต‹เดนเตปเดฒเดพเตฝ เดŽเดจเตเดจ “เดซเดพเดธเดฟเดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต” เดธเดฎเต€เดชเดจเดตเตเด‚ เด’เด•เตเด•เต† เด•เตŠเดฃเตเดŸเต เดฎเดŸเตเดคเตเดคเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เด†เดฃเต†เดจเตเดจเต เดคเต‹เดจเตเดจเตเดจเตเดจเต เด†เดฆเตเดฏเดคเตเดคเต† เด†เดตเต‡เดถเด‚ เด’เด•เตเด•เต† เด•เต†เดŸเตเดŸเต เด…เดŸเด™เตเด™เดฟเดฏเดฟเดฐเตเดจเตเดจเต.เด‡เดจเตเดจเต เดตเตˆเด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดตเดฐเต† เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เดชเต‡เดœเดฟเตฝ เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดชเต‹เดฒเตเด‚ เด‡เดฒเตเดฒเดพเดฐเตเดจเตเดจเต.เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเตเด‚ เด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเดพเดคเต† เดŽเดตเดฟเดŸเต† เดชเต‹เด•เดพเตป เดŽเดจเตเดจ เดšเดฟเดจเตเดคเดฏเตเด‚.เด“เดซเต€เดธเดฟเตฝ เดจเดฟเดจเตเดจเต เดตเดจเตเดจเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดชเต‡เดœเดฟเตฝ เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดตเต€เด•เตเด•เต†เตปเดกเต เดทเต‹เดธเต เด’เด•เตเด•เต† เดเด•เดฆเต‡เดถเด‚ เดซเตเตพ.เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เด‰เดณเตเดณเดคเต เด’เดจเตเดจเตเด‚ เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเตเด‚ เด’เด•เตเด•เต† เดฎเตเดจเตเดจเดฟเดฒเดคเตเดคเต† เดตเดฐเดฟเด•เดณเดฟเตฝ.เดตเตเดฏเดพเดดเดตเตเด‚ เดตเต†เดณเตเดณเดฟเดฏเตเด‚ เดถเดจเดฟเดฏเตเด‚ เด‡เดคเต เดคเดจเตเดจเต† เด…เดตเดธเตเดฅ .เด’เดฐเต เดญเดพเด—เตเดฏ เดชเดฐเต€เด•เตเดทเดฃเด‚ เดจเดŸเดคเตเดคเดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดตเต†เดณเตเดณเดฟเดฏเดพเดดเตเดš เด‰เดšเตเดšเด•เตเด•เต เด’เดฐเต เดทเต‹เดฏเตโ€Œเด•เตเด•เตโ€Œ เดเดฑเตเดฑเดตเตเด‚ เดชเดฟเดจเตเดจเดฟเดฒเต† “เดŽเดกเตเดœเต” เดฑเต‹เดฏเดฟเตฝ เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต ,เดธเดจเตเดคเต‹เดทเดฎเดพเดฏเดฟ เด—เต‹เดชเดฟเดฏเต‡เดŸเตเดŸเดพ.เด…เดคเต‹เดŸเต† เดŽเดจเตเดฑเต† เด‰เดณเตเดณเดฟเดฒเต† เด—เดพเด‚เดฌเตเดฒเตผ เด‰เดฃเตผเดจเตเดจเต.เดตเต€เดฃเตเดŸเตเด‚ เด“เดฐเต‹ เดทเต‹เดฏเดฟเตฝ เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟ.เด’เดจเตเดจเตเด‚ เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เดพเดคเต† เดคเดฟเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เดตเดจเตเดจเต เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดจเต‡เดฐเดคเตเดคเต† เด•เดฃเตเดŸ เดทเต‹เดฏเดฟเตฝ เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เด’เดจเตเดจเตเด‚ เด•เดพเดฃเตเดจเตเดจเดฟเดฒเตเดฒ.เด…เดคเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต† เด‡เดŸเดฏเตเด•เตเด•เต เด†เดฐเต‹ เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ เดชเดฃเดฟเดคเต เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดคเต‹เดจเตเดจเตเดจเตเดจเต…เดชเดฟเดจเตเดจเต† เด’เดฐเต เดญเตเดฐเดพเดจเตเดคเดจเต† เดชเต‹เดฒเต† เด†เดฐเตเด‚ เดธเดžเตเดšเดฐเดฟเด•เตเด•เดพเดคเตเดค เดตเดดเดฟเด•เดณเดฟเดฒเต‚เดŸเต† เดžเดพเตป เดธเดžเตเดšเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต…เด เดฌเตเดฐเต‹เด•เตเด•เต เด“เตพ เดฆเดฟ เดฑเต‚เตพเดธเต เด“เดซเต เด•เต‹เตบเดตเต†เตปเดทเดจเตฝ เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเตโ€Œ เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต.

เดจเต‹เดตเต‹ เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เดชเต‡เดœเต เด‡เดŸเด•เตเด•เต เดฎเดฟเดธเตเดฑเดฌเดฟเดนเต‡เดตเต เดšเต†เดฏเดพเดฑเตเดฃเตเดŸเต เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดฎเตเตป เด…เดจเตเดญเดตเด™เตเด™เตพ เด‰เดณเตเดณเดคเต เด•เตŠเดฃเตเดŸเต เดžเดพเตป เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเดจเต เดชเด•เดฐเด‚ เด’เดฐเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟ.เด…เดชเตเดชเตŠ เดฆเต‡ เด•เดฟเดŸเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจเต เดจเต‡เดฐเดคเตเดคเต† เด•เดฃเตเดŸ เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเตเด•เตพ.เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเดจเดพเดฏเดฟ เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เด“เดชเตโ€Œเดทเตป เด•เตŠเดŸเตเดคเตเดคเดพเตฝ เดทเต‹ เดซเตเตพ เดŽเดจเตเดจเตเด‚ เด•เดพเดฃเดฟเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจเต.เดฎเดฒเดฏเดพเดณเต€เดŸเต† เด…เดŸเตเดคเตเดคเต เด•เดณเดฟเด•เตเด•เดพเตป เด’เดฐเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เดธเตˆเดฑเตเดฑเต‹ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดžเดพเตป.เด“เดฐเต‹ เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เด†เดฏเดฟ เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดฏเดพเตป เดคเต€เดฐเตเดฎเดพเดจเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เด†เดฆเตเดฏเดคเตเดคเต† เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดคเต เด…เดŸเตเดคเตเดคเดคเต เด…เดŸเดฟเดšเตเดšเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดจเต€ เดฎเต‚…เดกเดจเดพเดฏเดฟ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดธเตˆเดฑเตเดฑเต เดŽเดดเตเดคเดฟ เด•เดพเดฃเดฟเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจเต.เดทเต‹ เดตเต€เดฃเตเดŸเตเด‚ เดซเตเตพ.เด’เดฑเตเดฑเด•เตเด•เต เดชเต‹เดฏเดฟ เด•เดพเดฃเตฝ เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เดฟเดฒเตเดฒ, เด“เตบเดฒเตˆเตป เด•เตเดฏเดพเตปเดธเดฒเดฟเด™เตเด™เตเด‚ ,เด…เดคเต เด•เตŠเดฃเตเดŸเต เดจเต‡เดฐเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดฎเตพเดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดชเตเดฒเต†เด•เตเดธเดฟเตฝ เดชเต‹เดฏเดฟ เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เดฟเด‚เด—เต เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต เด‰เดณเตเดณ เดเดคเต‡เดฒเตเด‚ เดฆเดฟเดตเดธเดคเตเดคเต† เดทเต‹เดฏเตเด•เตเด•เต เดฑเต€เดทเต†เดกเตเดฏเต‚เตพ เดšเต†เดฏเดพเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดคเต€เดฐเตเดฎเดพเดจเดฟเดšเตเดšเต .เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดค เดฎเต‹เตพ เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เดพเตป เด‰เดณเตเดณ เดฆเต‚เดฐเดคเตเดคเดพเดฃเต.เด“เดฐเต‹เดฐเต‹ เดชเดฃเดฟเดฏเต‡.

เดธเดนเดพเดฑ เดธเต†เดจเตเดฑเตผ เดจเต‹เดตเต‹เดฏเดฟเตฝ เดšเต†เดจเตเดจเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดกเต†เดธเตเด•เดฟเดฒเต† เดซเดฟเดฒเดฟเดชเตเดชเดฟเดจเต‹ เดชเต†เดฃเตเดฃเต เดชเดฑเดžเตเดžเต เด•เตเดฏเดพเดจเตเดธเดฒเต‡เดทเตป เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เดฟเดฒเตเดฒ เดฑเต€เดทเต†เดกเตเดฏเต‚เตพ เดšเต†เดฏเดพเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต.เดฒเต€เดตเต เดจเต‹ เดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต‹เตบ เด…เตบเดŸเต‡เตบเดกเต เดŽเดจเตเดจเดพเดฃเดฒเตเดฒเต‹, เด† เดฒเดพเดธเตโ€Œเดฑเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต เด‰เดฃเตเดŸเต‹เดจเตเดจเต เดธเดฟเดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเดคเตเดคเดฟเตฝ เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดพเตป เดžเดพเตป.เด…เดคเต†, เด† เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต เด…เดตเตˆเดฒเดฌเดฟเตพ เด†เดฏเดฟเดฐเตเดจเตเดจเต.เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดคเต เดฎเดฑเดฟเด•เตเด•เดพเตป เดžเดพเตป เดชเดฑเดžเตเดžเต.เดตเดฟเดšเดพเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดš เดชเต‹เดฒเต† เดคเดจเตเดจเต† เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต€เดฑเตเดฑเต , เด…เดคเตเด‚ เดฒเดพเดธเตโ€Œเดฑเต เดฑเต‹เดฏเดฟเตฝ.เดชเต‡ เดšเต†เดฏเตเดคเต เด•เดดเดฟเดžเตเดžเดชเตเดชเต‹เตพ เด’เดฐเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เดชเตเดฐเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดคเต เดคเดจเตเดจเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เด…เดตเตพ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต‹เดŸเต เดชเดฑเดฏเตเดตเดพ เด“เตบเดฒเตˆเตป เดฌเตเด•เตเด•เต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดคเดคเตเด‚ เดชเตเดฐเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต เดšเต†เดฏเตเดฏเดŸเตเดŸเต† เดŽเดจเตเดจเต …. เดžเดพเตป เดชเดฟเดจเตเดจเต† เด“เด•เตเด•เต‡ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดชเดฑเดžเตเดžเต.เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเตเด‚ เด‡เดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดฐเตเดจเตเดจ เดฒเต‹ เดตเต‡เดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต เดœเต€เตปเดธเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต† เดฌเดพเด•เตเด•เต เดชเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเตฝ เดตเต†เดšเตเดšเดฟเดŸเตเดŸเต เดžเดพเตป เดคเดฟเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เดจเดŸเดจเตเดจเต.เดฎเต‹เดณเดฟเตฝ เดจเดฟเดจเตเดจเต เดตเต†เดณเดฟเดฏเดฟเตฝ เด‡เดฑเด™เตเด™เดฟ เดฑเต‹เดกเต เด•เดŸเด•เตเด•เดพเตป เด‰เดณเตเดณ เด“เดตเตผเดชเดพเดธเตเดธเตโ€Œ เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ เด…เดชเตเดชเตเดฑเดคเตเดคเต เดŽเดคเตเดคเดฟเดฏเดชเต‹ เด‡เดคเตเดฐ เด•เดทเตเดŸเดชเตเดชเต†เดŸเตเดŸเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เดŽเดŸเตเดคเตเดค เด•เดพเดฐเตเดฏเด‚ เดซเดฟเดฑเต‹เดธเดฟเดจเต‡เด‚ เดถเตเดฐเต€เดจเดพเดฅเดฟเดจเต‡เดฏเตเด‚ เด…เดฑเดฟเดฏเดฟเดšเตเดšเต‡เด•เตเด•เดพเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เด•เดฐเตเดคเดฟ เดฎเต†เดธเตเดธเต‡เดœเต เดšเต†เดฏเตโ€Œเดคเต.เด…เดคเดฟเดจเต† เด•เตเดฑเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เด’เดฐเต เดชเต‹เดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต เด‡เดŸเตเดŸเต‡เด•เตเด•เดพเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดจเตเด‚.

เดซเตเดฒเดพเดฑเตเดฑเดฟเดฒเต‡เด•เตเด•เต เดคเดฟเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจ เดตเดดเดฟเด•เตเด•เตเดณเตเดณ เดชเตเดคเดฟเดฏเดคเดพเดฏเดฟ เดคเตเดŸเด™เตเด™เดฟเดฏ เดฑเต†เดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต‹เดฑเดจเตเดฑเดฟเดจเตเดฑเต† เดฎเตเดจเตเดจเดฟเตฝ เดŽเดคเตเดคเดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดทเดตเตผเดฎ เดจเดฟเดจเตเดจเต เด•เดฑเด™เตเด™เตเดจเตเดจเต.เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต†เดฃเตเดฃเด‚ เด“เตผเดกเตผ เดšเต†เดฏเตโ€Œเดคเต.เดธเดพเดงเดพเดฐเดฃ เดŽเดŸเตเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจเดคเดฟเดฒเตเด‚ เด•เต‚เดŸเตเดคเตฝเดธเดฎเดฏเด‚ เด…เดตเตผ เดŽเดŸเตเดคเตเดคเต เด‡เดจเตเดจเต.เด‡เดŸเด•เตเด•เต เดตเดจเตเดจเต เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเต‹เดฑเดฟเดฏเตเด‚.เดเด•เดฆเต‡เดถเด‚ เด‡เดฐเตเดชเดคเต เดฎเดฟเดจเดฟเดฑเตเดฑเต เด•เดดเดฟเดžเตเดžเต เด†เดฃเต เดธเดพเดงเดจเด‚ เด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดฏเดคเต.เดตเต€เดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดฒเต‡เด•เตเด•เต เดจเดŸเด•เตเด•เดพเตป เดคเตเดŸเด™เตเด™เดฟ เดšเตเดฎเตเดฎเดพ เดชเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเตฝ เด•เตˆ เด‡เดŸเตเดŸเต เดจเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเดฒเตเดฒเตเดฒ! เดŽเดฒเตเดฒเดพ เดชเต‹เด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเดฟเดฒเตเด‚ เดคเดชเตเดชเดฟ.เดฐเด•เตเดทเดฏเดฟเดฒเตเดฒ.เด•เดทเตเดŸเด•เดพเดฒเด‚ เดชเดฟเดŸเดฟเดšเตเดšเดตเตป เดฎเตŠเดŸเตเดŸ เด…เดŸเดฟเดšเตเดšเดชเตเดชเต‹ เด•เดฒเตเดฒเต เดฎเดด เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดชเดฑเดžเตเดž เดชเต‹เดฒเต†.เดคเดฟเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เดจเดŸเดจเตเดจเดชเตเดชเต‹เตพ เด“เดตเตผ เดชเดพเดธเตเดธเต เดตเดฐเต† เดตเดดเดฟเดฏเดฟเตฝ เด’เดจเตเดจเตเด‚ เด•เดฃเตเดŸเดฟเดฒเตเดฒ.เดเดคเต‡เดฒเตเด‚ เดฎเดฒเดฏเดพเดณเดฟเด•เตเด•เต เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดชเตเดฒเดฟ เดฎเตเดฐเตเด—เตป เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเต เดตเดดเดฟเตฝ เด•เดฟเดŸเดจเตเดจเต เด•เดฟเดŸเตเดŸเดฟเดฏเดพเตฝ เด‰เดณเตเดณ เดชเตเดฐเดคเดฟเด•เดฐเดฃเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดคเดพเดฏเดฟเดฐเดฟเด•เตเด•เตเด‚ ,เด…เดคเดฟเดจเต เด•เดพเดฐเดฃเด•เตเด•เดพเดฐเตป เดžเดพเตป เด†เดฃเดฒเตเดฒเต‹ เดฎเตเดฐเตเด—เดพ เดŽเดจเตเดจ เดšเดฟเดจเตเดค เดŽเดจเตเดจเต† เดชเดฐเดฟเดญเตเดฐเดพเดจเตเดคเดจเดพเด•เตเด•เดฟ.เด“เดตเตผ เดชเดพเดธเดฟเตฝ เดฒเดฟเดซเตเดฑเตเดฑเต เดžเดพเตป เด‰เดชเดฏเต‹เด—เดฟเดšเตเดšเดฟเดฒเตเดฒเดพเดฏเดฟเดฐเตเดจเตเดจเต.เด…เดคเต เด•เตŠเดฃเตเดŸเต เดธเตเดฑเตเดฑเต†เดฏเตผ เดตเดดเดฟ เดคเดจเตเดจเต† เดคเดฟเดฐเดฟเดšเตเดšเต เด•เต‡เดฑเดฟ.เด†เดฆเตเดฏเดคเตเดคเต† เดฒเดพเตปเดกเดฟเด™เตเด™เดฟเตฝ เดŽเดคเตเดคเดฟเดฏเดชเตเดชเต‹ เด…เดคเต†,เด…เดคเดพ เด•เดฟเดŸเด•เตเด•เตเดจเตเดจเต เด† เดฐเดฃเตเดŸเต เดŸเดฟเด•เตเด•เดฑเตเดฑเตเด•เตพ.เด•เต‡เดŸเตเดŸเดฑเดฟเดตเดฟเดจเต‡เด•เตเด•เดพเตพ เดตเดฒเตเดคเดพเดฃเต เดฎเตเดฐเตเด—เตป เดŽเดจเตเดจ เดธเดคเตเดฏเด‚ เดŽเดจเตเดจเต เดžเดพเตป เด…เดจเตเดญเดตเดฟเดšเตเดšเดฑเดฟเดžเตเดžเต.เดฎเดพเดชเตเดชเดพเด•เตเด•เดฃเด‚ เดฎเต‚เดชเตเดชเดพ.

Continental Drift and Cinema

They looked at the fossils to prove the continental drift theory, if people are still not convinced they could just start watching world cinema to help drive home the fact that differences in looks and outlooks notwithstanding, all of us started out from that one place, originally. Cinema is rightly called the universal language and it reminds us that the basic human condition and experience is the more or less the same, all around the world. The twitch of a brow or the curl of a lip on a Korean,Spanish,French or Iranian face on the screen stir the same emotions in audiences irrespective of their countries of origin. Cannes, Venice and Berlin have been proof enough for decades now and our own IFFK too.

The Magnificent Seven: The Review.

Few other movies have inspired filmmakers the world over the way Kurosawa’s Seven Samuari and Coppola’s The Godfather did, to come up with their own versions and continue to do so even today.Kurosawa’s timeless classic found its perfect setting in the wild west of John Sturges’s Magnificent Seven and the source material was duly credited in the titles too.

Indian film industry also had its versions, Sholay notably, though Feroz Khan had his curry western Khotey Sikkey out an year ahead where he even wore a black shirt throughout, playing the Indian Yul Brynner.The plot was revisited by Rajkumar Santoshi later in China Gate with a bunch of veteran “character actors”, as they are labelled in our cinema.It’s when you watch these versions that you realise that they are all remakes of The Magnificent Seven and have little in common with Seven Samurai, the original except for the plot.

Denzel Washington dons the black shirt in Antoine Fuqua’s version of the Seven and he even spins and holster the gun exactly the way Brynner did too, if you care to notice.The western, as a genre lost its charm a while back and it’s been over two decades since even Clint Eastwood, the quintessential American cowboy hung up his boots and moved on.Fuqua relies on the action element heavily to keep the movie afloat and he borrows more than one dialogue from the original too.

Chris Pratt is supposed to fill the shoes of Steve McQueen in this movie, one gets a feeling and when Fuqua is looking for his seven, Ethan Hawke would be an obvious choice for sure.Vincent D’Onofrio plays a hairier version of his Daredevil role here.For the sake the diversity there’s a Korean actor, none other than Byung-hun Lee playing a “Chinaman” and giving him company is an Indian warrior and a Mexican outlaw.Finding replacement for the likes of Bronson and Coburn is not an easy task, one would agree.Peter Skarsgard’s crazed violence is hardly a match for Eli Wallach’s Calvera.But It’s not everyday that you get to see Denzel drawing a quick one atop a galloping horse which was reason enough for me to go watch The Magnificent Seven, i admit.

Pink: The Review

You know some movies are going to work for you irrespective of what the general public would think about it,right when you catch a glimpse of it in the form of a trailer .For me Pink was one of those movies and the theme was as much a reason for anticipation as the presence Amitabh Bachchan and in fact it lived up to it’s promise too, on both counts.

Rajnikanth once said that in the world of movies he’s a King probably but that Amitabh Bachchan is in fact an Emperor.If you wonder why The Superstar made that statement, Pink is the movie for you.Legal thrillers are almost unheard of in this industry and all of us have grown up watching the same age old dramatized court room sequence in every other bollywood movie over and over,but when the title credits start rolling without any background music on a pitch black screen in white font, you have an inkling that the filmmakers mean business here and that you’re in for some serious cinema.There are moments when the film falls back to it’s bollywood roots though, but it does little damage at the end of the day.

Amitabh Bachchan makes his entry pretty early and though it takes another thirty minutes or so for him to utter a proper dialogue, in that time, using just his lanky frame and eyes he gives you one hell of a crash course on what screen presence is all about.The intensity that he brings to every scene is the soul of this film and that’s exactly what the theme demands too.Tapsee and the girls translate the vulnerabilities and anger of a group of women subjected to harassment and ridicule for standing up to oppressors, convincingly to the screen.

It’s a coincidence that the movie is released around the same time when the verdict is out for one of the most brutal rape murders reported in Kerala and the apex court’s judgement was under intense scrutiny and criticism.This movie is a slap in the face of the patriarchal system that ensures everyday that the women are always the victims and tells them that they’re at it’s mercy,that they will be judged relentlessly in the name of morality and that even justice is not a right but an elusive gift based on terms set by the society.It essentially tries to drive home a simple point, that when a girl says no to a boy that’s exactly what it means, No.I rest my case.
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Snowden: The Review.

You have seen actors physically transforming into characters but in Snowden, Joseph Gordon-Levitt goes the extra mile and does a perfect voice impression too.The movie has been called a biopic,it switches to docudrama and almost into a documentary in the final scenes but the fact is it’s actually a horror movie that would make The Conjuring look like a musical.At least you knew that what you saw in Conjuring wasn’t for real.Facebook’s my bitch says the NSA hacker when he tells an uninitiated Snowden that he can access cams on shut laptops,in one particular scene and you feel a chill down your spine that you know is not the AC in the cinema hall.

The movie starts off pretty much like the Guardian article which describes his first contact as a whistleblower and some of the scenes are right out of the documentary Citizenfour.You feel that you’re almost in fact watching the making of Citizenfour in the first few scenes.Oliver Stone pays tribute to his magnum opus JFK in the form of portraits on walls, more than once.Stone expresses his dislike for the “military industrial complex” and it’s reach in the congress and policy making here too and I don’t think it was a coincidence that this was almost in the same scene as the JFK tribute.
From Nicolas Cage to Tom Wilkinson to Timothy Olyphant, a slew of actors make extended cameos in this film which is a Gordon-Levitt show at the end of the day.Offering him some semblance of competition is Rhys Evans who is one of the most versatile actors out there today and personally i believe that he deserved an Oscar for his turn as “Shakespeare” in Anonymous of 2011.

Stone takes you through Snowden’s journey from a true blue patriot and soldier who took orders without questions to a soul torn between his mentors,his values and of course love.America is a business, said Brad Pitt in Killing Them Softly, this is not about terrorism, this is about economics, the supreme power of your government and social control, terrorism is an excuse says Gordon-Levitt in this movie about the NSA whistleblower. And no Oliver Stone movie would be complete without a moving monologue by the lead actor,we watched Kevin Costner doing that in JFK and Gordon-Levitt gets his due here or, should i say Snowden?
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