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Formula for a successful reality show? Simple - Hire a celebrity. But not just any celebrity, a Bollywood superstar. Really, it’s that simple provided you have the monetary means to do so.
And to mark their entry into the competitive Indian television industry, COLORS has managed to just do that. Box-office action hero, Akshay Kumar is all set to make his small parda debut with reality show - Fear Factor Khatron Ke Khiladi. If I am not mistaken, this is basically a revival of desi-Fear Factor, which once upon a time was aired on AXN and hosted by what’shisface Mukul Dev.
It was a though choice - Will Smith’s pout or Imran Khan’s?
Ultimately what tipped the scales was that I was getting to see the newbie’s pout for only 70 bucks. So even if I didn’t it, I could have easily walked out and not felt that my day was gone, as the show was one of those illegallyhoured - 8.00 Am ones.
And guess what - I liked it. Not just the pout, but the whole movie. The cast was fresh, each character well-etched out and played equally convincing. Although it did look as though Aamir mamu has sat bhateeja down and rehearsed each dialogue/scene/cut/frame/shot/flick of the eye a million times.
*Not for the faint hearted.
Anything and everything you look here is wrong. Catastrophe, I say. Okay maybe they got the wind factor but that’s about it. As a complete Superman buff I am appalled. But then one glance at ex hero no. 1 cum once-upon-a-time politician’s past-present fashion taste (if one may call it so), the above disaster isn’t all that surprising.
And for Ms. Katkar, anything said is less. Well that’s cause there isn’t much to say about her Bollywood career at least. Her stint in the industry was much like blink-n-u-miss kinds but role playing seemed to be her forte – She started off with playing desi ape man’s very much desi Jane and signed off with as the Jhuma Chuma aunty.
BTW I am most offended by the ‘side hip thrusting’ movement in scene 1.01 and ‘I am a bird’ bit in scene 3.16 and the ‘hop-n-squat’ movement in scene 2.36 and, uff dunk it me too grumpy to write further.
[Ps – On a similar note, check out apna Southie version of Thriller. Scary shitts no doubt.]
An epic final which was like a blockbuster movie. And in the end, a deserving winner. That is what the Wimbledon 2008 final proved to be. It was show time again, with the World No. 1 Roger Federer, up against the ever improving Rafael Nadal on Centre Court. If last year’s 5 set thriller between the same two champions was awe-inspiring, the final this time around was breath taking.
It had drama, suspense, excitement, brilliance, perseverance and emotions. Rafa led Roger 2 sets to love, and had taken the fifth set to a tie breaker after a rain delay. It seemed divine intervention as far as Roger was concerned. Rafa had 2 championship points in the 4th set tie break leading 5-2 and serving for the match. Federer incredibly managed to save them both and took the match to a final set decider. With the last set at 2-2 and deuce, rain again came down on Centre Court, and the players took another break. Would this be a divine intervention again for Federer or for Nadal, who got agonizingly close to winning the coveted crown ?
Well the title pretty much says it all. And this is not my opinion alone, but that of all those who walked out of the film before I did - before the interval, during the interval and after the interval. As for yours truly, we would have walked out well before the (dud) finale (Question please, who makes 180+ minutes films nowadays?) but mum was sleeping so peacefully, I just didn’t have the heart to wake her up.